

Tyler is enough of a cinnamon roll that it’s no wonder he falls hard. She can’t have known from their first encounter, but afterward, she forces a sort of intimacy on Tyler with her confession to him and how she treats him outside of those moments. Poppy is far from evil, but she is a bit of a jerk at first. I adored his character arc, which feels separate from the fairly contrived romance arc. At its heart, this is the story of Tyler Bell finding his true place in life and serving his faith. I enjoyed it far more for the beauty of Simone’s writing and her ability to weave a story around the depth of her characters. Therefore, Tyler’s attraction to Poppy and the subsequent dilemma he faces was not what drew me to this story.

I have very little patience for the religious angst of white guys, especially when it involves a religion with as tricky a past as Catholicism. I enjoyed this book a lot more when I stopped thinking about it as a romance.
