Daphne gets dumped by her fiancĂ© for the childhood best friend he promised was never a romantic interest. She moves in with Miles, the other jilted party in the love square. I’ll admit there’s nothing overly new or surprising in the book, but the character banter is so engaging, it pulls you through. Daphne has to work through abandonment issues and forge a life on her own instead of as a “we.” She loves her job as a children’s librarian, but she originally moved to the town to be with her now ex, and she doesn’t have much of a life without him. Miles listens to sad songs even when he’s happy. Living together is awkward but relatively harmonious. When Daphne runs into her condescending ex, she panics and pretends she’s dating Miles. He goes along with it, and after a passionate kiss, the lines between truth and play-acting get blurred. AKA classic fake-dating troupe. Daphne has a quiet fierceness that I liked. Really, it’s just the writing. The story is pleasant enough but the word choices and dialogue are a joy to read. I don’t think the title is trying to promise the reader that the book is actually funny (although there are some humorous moments, it’s not really a comedy). It’s simply a reference to the answer of the standard new-couple question, “How did you meet?” (9)
Classic fake-dating trope mixed with The Hating Game. Catalina Martin needs a boyfriend for her sister’s wedding, so the whole family doesn’t look at her with pity. The groom’s brother is her ex, and he’s recently engaged. The only one willing to help is her enemy colleague, Aaron Blackford. Nothing new of overly inventive, although the Spanish flavor was nice. Slow burn and then a fair amount of spice. Aaron seemed to have pretty good people and communication skills once he was fake dating Catalina, so I’m not sure why he didn’t use those skills before to apologize and express his feeling for her. There’s nothing overly memorable about the book, but I enjoyed it. I’ll happily read the next one about Catalina’s best friend. (8)
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