I swear I didn’t plan on having a sort-of romance novel publish on Valentine’s Day. And yet, here we are.
Falling is the type of book I was looking for when I said I wanted something lighter and fluffier than I’d been reading. Something about relationships, where, even though there is angst along the way, there is ultimately a happy ending. It wasn’t the ending I expected – not in the slightest – but it was the right ending.
The writing wasn’t great, the character development wasn’t great, and I wanted the book to be better than it was, but I also kind of didn’t care that it wasn’t. It was… fine.
It was a respite from my stressful January, and that was exactly what I wanted.