NY: Gallery Books, 2019.
“Christina Lauren” (which is actually a two-woman writing team) has become a very dependable source of highly original romantic novels. And I avoided the term “rom-com” because they’re often much more serious than they are “comic.” The protagonist this time is Tate Jones, just turned eighteen as the story opens, and a resident of a tiny town on the Russian River in Sonoma County, California, but she’s in London for two weeks with her grandmother, Jude, to celebrate graduating high school. And the two women have only been there a day when they run into another pair of Americans in a pub — Sam Brandis, who is tall and broad and twenty-one and very good looking (and white), and his grandfather, Luther, who is expansive and friendly and outgoing (and black), and the four of them quickly form a London sightseeing team. Moreover, Tate and Sam take to spending most of their nights lying on the grass in the Marriott’s back garden and talking about everything for hours. Sam’s a country boy who loves to write stories. Tate doesn’t really know what she’s going to do but she’s in love with everything about Hollywood.