Cute? Check.
Heartwarming? Check.
Intriguing plot? Check.
Moving romance? I guess.
New, original, 5 star idea? Sadly, no.

Look, don't get me wrong. The characters were pretty great. The family dynamics were (suprisingly!) portrayed realistically. The plot was interesting enough to hold my attention.

It just wasn't... there. It didn't make cry or question my existence. It didn't work its magic on me like it did on so many other people. Which is fine, you know? If I love every book I read, there'll probably be something wrong with me.

But yeah.

The title gives it all away, tbh. Emmy and Oliver. That's what who this book is about. Not about kidnapping, not about the gay best friend, not about choosing your own life.

It's just about Emmy and Oliver.

It's them coming back to each other.

Them finding each other.

Emmy & Oliver finding themselves.

I didn’t recognize the girl in the reflection. But I liked what I saw.

This really spoke to me for some reason. You don't have to know somebody to love them. Even yourself.