Okay, the spice fiend in me never thought I’d pick up this book. But right before boarding a thirteen-hour flight, I bought it on a whim. I tried to imagine the best- and worst-case scenarios:
Best — I binge movies.
Worst — I get stuck with a chatty neighbor.
In reality, my headphones died, and my seatmate was a sweet older woman who spoke zero English nor any of the other languages I know (and I know quite a few). So, I started reading.

And damn, I couldn’t put it down.

This story is confusing, and maybe that’s why I couldn’t stop turning the pages. It’s about a magical apartment in New York City that never fully clicked for me. The first half felt shaky because of the slip in the seven-year gap. But once I stopped trying to make any sense out of it, it went pretty smoothly. This was just like reading Outlander. Keeping logic aside, just enjoy the time lapse and the story.

He’s a chef trying to sell his upcoming book, & she works in publishing awaiting her big promotion. The romance is the only place I have a bit of critique. I wanted more of it! In the past, as well as in the present. This book isn’t insta love, nor a slow burn. I think I enjoyed the beautiful description and Ashley’s writing style more than the story itself.

It took me a bit to warm up to Clementine, and the grief element was prolonged for my taste. But once the story found its rhythm, I was fully invested. I just wanted more of Clémentine and Iwan—like, 200 pages more. I wanted a real fire. A chemistry… something to feel like I read a romance book.

Despite all the flaws, I’m so glad I read this.

Genre – Science Fiction

My rating – 4/5

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