Have you ever dreamed about having a fling with Harry Styles from One Direction? No, me neither, but don't let that stop you reading this. I felt guilty about how much I enjoyed this novel, but then one of the characters in the book made a point about how films, books, etc. that appeal particularly to women are dismissed and belittled. Why can't they be art? Does art have to involve pain? Well, there's plenty of angst in this one. And plenty of chemistry too - the dialogue was excellent, the writing style great, and it was just an all-round engaging story. I did have some issues with how 'perfect' Solene was, how 'perfect' Harry, I mean, Hayes, was, and how 'perfect' - oh, you get the picture. This book does not take you on a tour of Uglytown, which kind of brought me out of the story a bit. However, it's great to read about a female protagonist who isn't twenty-eight, even if she did spend much of the time worrying about her age. I think a lot about the experience of reading a book, and for me, this one was wonderful: sitting on the couch on a Saturday afternoon, the rain pattering against the roof, cup of tea in hand ... As perfect as Harry Styles/Hayes Campbell without no shirt on (or something).