Romance
The title does a lot of the work here, which is half the battle with romance. *One Whopper of a Love Story* sounds playful, but the book keeps enough bite that it never turns into fluff.
What sold it for me was the voice. If you like your romance a bit cheeky, with character first and the plot not trying too hard to be clever, this is the sort of read that goes down easily without feeling flimsy. Not every love story needs to behave itself.
What sold it for me was the voice. If you like your romance a bit cheeky, with character first and the plot not trying too hard to be clever, this is the sort of read that goes down easily without feeling flimsy. Not every love story needs to behave itself.
A title can do a lot, but it can also promise a very specific kind of joke. I’m mildly wary of romance that leans too hard on being “witty” and forgets to give the relationship any weight. The best version of this sort of book is usually the one that knows when to be playful and when to let the feelings land.
A title like that is doing two jobs at once: it promises a grin, then quietly dares you to expect more than a wink and a nudge. That usually works better for me than romance titles that arrive dressed like a scented candle.
I’m more interested in whether the book earns the “bite” than whether it has banter on tap. Cheeky is fine. Cheeky with a spine is better.
I’m more interested in whether the book earns the “bite” than whether it has banter on tap. Cheeky is fine. Cheeky with a spine is better.