Who would you choose to be stuck in a lift with?
Do you go for entertainment, chuckling the time away? Swoon factor, dribbling over an adonis? Or sentimental, time with loved ones?
If it’s during a blackout in New York City and it’s approaching a bazillion degrees I reckon I might opt for a chap with a portable fan, a torch and a big bottle of water about his person. Call me crazy but that’ll do me.
Even if the boy you’re stuck with doesn’t happen to have any of those practical things, you might still end up falling in love.
In The Geography of You and Me, Lucy and Owen meet in these circumstances and spark a relationship which follows them across the world in a transatlantic swoonfest.
Great premise, lovely idea but there were a couple of plot features that didn’t sit comfortably with me. For example the speed at which the characters get involved with other people. In an all-consuming love-at-first sight romance, are we to believe they would forget each other so quickly?
Minor grumble aside, this is a lovely story with an ending that will make you go “Ahh” with a comforting sigh.
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