Here’s the thing, I don’t believe in love at first sight. I’m more from the get-to-know-each-other-first-before-anything-else school. I mean, how do you know – how can you say – you love a person when you barely even know him, or her? It all sounds juvenile.
I don’t believe in love at first sight, yes, but it doesn’t mean that I can’t enjoy a story about it, and Jennifer E. Smith’s The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight is that book.
The story follows Hadley, who’s on her way to London for her father’s wedding. She meets a cute British boy, Oliver, in the airport and after finding out that they were on the same flight, the two stuck it out together.
The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight is a quick read. The events in the story happened in a 24-hour period. It is sweet, it is simple, and it is something you’ll see in most rom-coms. Even if the novel’s title has the phrase “love at first sight” it was really about that, well, not so much. The connection Hadley and Oliver had wasn’t even labeled as “love” per se. It was more like two young people who enjoyed talking to each other and discovering about the other person. It’s something akin to how most relationships start, which was, for me, realistic enough.
There was also some family drama involved, after all, Hadley’s reason for flying across the Atlantic was his father’s wedding. Feeling abandoned, she is still bitter and angry with his dad. But at the end of the book, all turns out well. This is the part that I didn’t like. I felt like it was too instant the way Hadley forgave her dad and accepted her stepmother. After spending 85% reading about how much she hates her dad getting married to another woman, I think that feeling was warranted. It just wasn’t how things like that go. Forgiveness is almost never given that fast.
Overall, The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight is an enjoyable read. It will make you swoon and smile. It’s cute and sweet. If you’re craving for a light read, I recommend this.