A review by abigail_lo
The Year I Met August by Renea Porter

1.0

DNF at 10%Sweet baby Jesus, save me from the insta-love! Yes, insta-love can actually be really cute when done well. [b:Puddle Jumping|22616635|Puddle Jumping (Puddle Jumping, #1)|Amber L. Johnson|https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1404329003s/22616635.jpg|41093647] is essentially love at first sight, but it's still the cutest damn YA contemporary non-LGBT romance that I've ever read! ([b:Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda|19547856|Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda|Becky Albertalli|https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1402915678s/19547856.jpg|27679579] is still the cutest YA contemporary romance ever.) But when insta-love is done badly -- whoo, boy. It's raining cringes and eye-rolls, guys!SPOILER ALERT!So, here's the plot: Murphy is super nerdy and not interested in guys. Her older sister sets her up with her boyfriend's friend, August. And boom: they're in

lurve! After one night at the festival, they exchange phone numbers. The second day they've known each other, they have a super cheesy dinner together, and Murphy meets August's parents. Like, it's the second day! Really? And by 10% there are already plans for August to have dinner with Murphy's family -- on the third day they've known each other! What is this bullshittery?