Saturday, February 20, 2016

Call Me, Maybe by Ellie Cahill

Accidentally picking up the phone of the cute, dimpled guy in the airport, bibliophile Clementine Daly now has Justin Mueller’s phone while she is in California, and he has hers while he is Florida. Good news is that they both live in Chicago and can switch phones when they return from their respective trips.

In the meantime, they agree to keep each other updated on missed messages. But those conversations develop into something deeper and they begin dating back in the city. There is one important secret Clementine has not told Justin: that she is the granddaughter of a very wealthy and affluent Chicago family. In fact, he doesn’t even know her real last name.

When her two worlds ultimately collide, Justin is not sure he can trust the women who has been lying to him their entire relationship, especially when he learns about a message she has intentionally withheld.

Cahill (YA author Liz Czukas) accurately captures the trademarks of new adult in Clementine, who is still figuring out her place in the world while navigating a real, adult relationship. However, her inexperience borders on immature and the love scenes blister more than scorch. In a genre that is quickly becoming saturated, there are better choices to satisfy readers than what is presented here.

Originally published in Xpress Reviews: E-Originals | February 19, 2016

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