Who would have guessed that four minutes could change everything?
Today should be one of the worst days of seventeen-year-old Hadley Sullivan’s life. She’s stuck at JFK, late to her father’s second wedding, which is taking place in London and involves a soon to be step-mother that Hadley’s never even met. Then she meets the perfect boy in the airport’s cramped waiting area. His name is Oliver, he’s British, and he’s in seat 18C. Hadley’s in 18A.
Twists of fate and quirks of timing play out in this thoughtful novel about family connections, second chances and first loves. Set over a 24-hour-period, Hadley and Oliver’s story will make you believe that true love finds you when you’re least expecting it.
The plot is good. It’s very unique. There’s a little touch of Before Sunset in it only that it happened in an airplane and it ended in a happily-ever-after. The book has a very catchy title and a very striking book cover. It’s fast-paced which made me finish it in one sitting. I wasn’t bored. The story is typical and it can happen to anyone and whoever that anyone is, I wonder what goodness she’s done to deserve a love story like this. Reality wise, I guess it’s seldom that this kind of love story will happen. You’re lucky if you have one.
Character wise, they seem like the typical teenagers. On the top of their emotions, feeling like no loves them, and then finally realizing that they were wrong. I love the female protagonist especially her name. H-A-D-L-E-Y. It’s really cute. When I get married and will have a family, I want my daughter to be named after her. :DD
Oliver’s character seems nice too. Very real. He’s a gentleman. He doesn’t make you nervous. He makes you at ease with him. I love how he helped Hadley inside the plane when she’s having a panic attack because of being claustrophobic.
Overall, this is a very nice book. Teenagers will love this.
Is it possible not to ever know your type – not even know you have a type – until quite suddenly you do?
Not everyone makes it fifty-two years, and if you do, it doesn’t matter that you once stood in front of all those people and said that you would. The important part is that you had someone to stick by you all that time. Even when everything sucked.
Is it better to have had a good thing and lost it, or never to have had it?”
In the end, it’s not the changes that will break your heart; it’s that tug of familiarity.
There’s a formula for how long it takes to get over someone, that it’s half as long as the time you’ve been together.
You wait for ages, and then two come along at once.
Love is the strangest, most illogical thing in the world.
Love isn’t supposed to make sense. It’s completely illogical.
People who meet in airports are seventy-two percent more likely to fall for each other than people who meet anywhere else.
Did you know that people who meet at least three different times within a twenty-four hour period are likely to meet again?