Book: Let It Snow
By: Lauren Myracle, John Green & Maureen Johnson
Edition Published: 2014By: Penguin Books UK
Goodreads description: An ill-timed storm on Christmas Eve buries the residents of Gracetown under multiple feet of snow and causes quite a bit of chaos. One brave soul ventures out into the storm from her stranded train and sets off a chain of events that will change quite a few lives. Over the next three days one girl takes a risky shortcut with an adorable stranger, three friends set out to win a race to the Waffle House (and the hash brown spoils), and the fate of a teacup pig falls into the hands of a lovesick barista.
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Let It Snow is most easily described as hot chocolate. Seriously. It’s warm, sweet and comforting. Perhaps a little unoriginal as in the fact that it’s a pretty classic love story. But it’s so cute you don’t even care anymore.
The Jubilee Express
I turned off the water only when it started to go cold. When I emerged into the thick stream, I saw that my clothes were gone. Someone had extracted them from the bathroom without my noticing. In their place were two large towels, a pair of sweatpants, a sweatshirt, socks, and slippers. The socks were thick and pink, and the slippers were white fluffy booties, very worn.
I grabbed for the nearest item, which was a sweatshirt, and held it up to my naked self, even though I was cleary alone in the bathroom now. Someone had come in. Someone had been lurking around, removing my clothes and replacing them with new, dry ones. Had Stuart let himself in while I was showering? Had he seen me in my natural state? Did I even care at this point?
A Cheertastic Christmas Miracle
I nodded my head and put the car into drive and pressed the accelerator. The tires spun, and then we shot off, the falling snow alive in the headlights. I couldn’t see the curbs of the road, let alone the painted lines dividing the lanes, so I mostly just tried to stay between the mailboxes.
Grove Park is kind of a bowl, so to leave you have to drive up a very modest hill. JP and the Duke and I all grew up in the Grove Park subdivision, and I’ve driven up the hill in question thousands of times.
And so the potentiel problem did not even occur to me as we started to climb. But soon, I noticed that the amount of pressure I placed on the accelerator pedal did not in any way affect the speed at which we were going up the hill. I began to feel a tinge of dread.
The Patron Saint of Pigs
I missed Jeb so much.
Because our breakup, which was only a week old and as raw as an open wound, was my own stupid fault.
Because I’d written Jeb a (pathetic?) e-mail asking him please, please, please to meet me at Starbucks yesterday so we could talk. But he never showed up. Didn’t even call.
And because, after waiting at Starbucks for nearly two hours, I hated life and myself so much that I trudged across the parking lot to Fantastic Sam’s, where I tearfully told the stylist to lop my hair off and dye what was left of it pink.
Which she did, because why did she care if I committed hair suicide.
I expected this book to be at best, cheesy. I mean, the beautiful cover suggested otherwise, but the thought of a trio of three Christmas romances?
Complete cheese fest.
I mean, I’m a sucker for romance, but even I’ll admit that I thought this one would tip romantic over the edge.
I was so wrong. Although the entire book is based on three romances, there isn’t much…physical romance. Kissing, etc.
Which I found good. Because if it was too easy, too predictable, this book would have a lot less stars than I gave it.
This book was really, really lovely. Not outstanding, but creative and sweet. It’s a great one for any romance/YA/contemporary lovers! And of course, any lovers of John Green, Lauren Myracle and Maureen Johnson.
May your shelves forever overflow with books! ☽