What I love about Stephanie Perkins is that her characters are all in real time. I LOVE her passage of time. I love her writing style. They are both refreshing in a way I hadn’t known I was missing.
While Lola and the Boy Next Door could stand alone, I can’t help but notice that it’s a second in a series. Unfortunately, most of the part-two-books I’ve been reading lately have sucked monkey balls. Lola broke the mold and stood out as an exceptional part two. Maybe even better than the first book in some respects. Anna and The French Kiss was adorable but also dreamy and less real for that reason. Lola was the hear and now and could happen to anyone. Falling in love with the boy next door is something that a lot of people dream of doing. I know I did as a teenager. He was British and I was a head over heels 14-year-old. I think it’s why I loved this book so much. It hit home in lovely ways.
Would I read book three? Already started. I’ve also pre-ordered Perkin’s new book which comes out today. It should be sitting on my porch when I get home!