Love Walked In, a novel by Marisa De Los Santos, was not
quite the read I was expecting. I don’t
know what I was expecting exactly but I think it was a more straight-forward
romance. Between the beautiful barista
who loves movies and the man who looks like Cary Grant.
It ended up being a much wider book about
loves—between Cornelia and her best (female) friend, between Cornelia and her
best (male) friend, between Cornelia and her own family, between Cornelia and
the family she draws close to her. It
was also a book about love between a child (Clare) and her parents, as they
change and she grows up, and between Clare and the family she finds
(Cornelia). The movie references were fun but sometimes intrusive. De Los Santos writes the
characters well, though I often felt that there was perhaps too much
perfection…too many nubbly interesting bits that you were supposed to
like, but maybe didn't.
But that’s a part of the romance
of a book like this—to be drawn to the world where even the rough edges of our
lives fit together and move in mechanical wonder with the rough edges of
someone else.
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