Four minutes changes everything. Hadley Sullivan 17 misses her flight at JFK airport, is late to her father’s second wedding in London with never-met stepmother. Hadley meets the perfect boy. Oliver is British, sits in her row. A long night on the plane passes in a blink, but the two lose track in arrival chaos. Can fate bring them together again?
Design – Liz Casal Photo – Oleg Oprisco Rating – 5/5
I really like this cover, and all of the covers for Smith’s books. The quirky hand lettering is perfection and I love how it’s the focus and takes up most of the cover. The black and white photo with red accents is so striking, especially the way there are just blurs of people rushing by. The high contrast is beautiful. I don’t love how the couple is kissing, especially since Oliver and Hadley are just not really like that together, but I tend to dislike kissing on covers.
The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight is a wonderful story about false starts and knowing in your gut that doing something is important. It’s a Sarah Dessen-esque look at defining yourself within your family and discovering something unexpected. If you’re looking for a contemporary love story that’s deep and meaningful, this is it. It’s sweet and cute, emotional without being mushy or too heavy.
- Oliver – Oliver is the kind of guy who’s mysterious but also friendly and sweet. He’s kind, funny, and lonely. Oliver knows there’s something special between him and Hadley, but his head’s in a weird place and so is hers. I wish there were more of Oliver in this book because he’s smart, charming, and understanding. He’s going through something but he’s not looking for sympathy, he’s giving Hadley comfort instead.
- Hadley – Hadley is immediately likable. She doesn’t want to be in the airport, hates that she’s going where she’s going, and her 1st instinct is to go it alone and avoid the random guy in the waiting area. Hadley doesn’t need Oliver help to get through her flight and her claustrophobia, but spending a long flight talking to him is better than both of them being alone. Hadley follows her gut and says what she means.
- ending – I think it’s great that things are worked out but not all tied up in the end. Hadley’s dad and stepmom kind of understand why she left, and her mom doesn’t hold a grudge. Hadley talks to her dad and they get to know each other’s point on view a bit better. Hadley and Oliver aren’t together forever but they’re not nothing. Everything works out but it’s not all worked out, if that makes sense.
- reconnecting – Against all odds, Hadley and Oliver find each other again, and that’s part of what makes them great. Each of them knows that the odds are against them, but they have a connection and they do what they can to find each other. A chance meeting turns into more, but only because both Oliver and Hadley wanted it to and pursued it.
- maybe baby – I think that there possibly being a baby for Hadley’s new stepmom was an unnecessary subplot. Hadley already felt that her father was leaving her behind and starting over. She felt as if she was up in the air, between the places she belonged, and while Charlotte was perfectly nice to her, Hadley needed to feel accepted.
- flashbacks – In the middle of Hadley’s flight with Oliver, the smallest thing sends her off into her head to give us backstory on her parents. There are pages and pages of introspection in the middle of the witty banter I wanted to read. It was a bit too much back and forth between the present and the past during a short amount of time.
Nobody here will understand; she knows that much is true. She’s not even sure she understand herself. Yet there’s an urgency to the decision, a kind of slow and desperate momentum. Each time she closes her eyes, he’s there again: Oliver telling her the story of the night-light, his eyes distant and his voice hollow. – pg. 141
For the millionth time today she wishes she could just go home, but she still has the reception to get through, and a dance with her angry father, everyone staring at them; she still has to wish the couple well and suffer through the cake and then spend seven hours traveling back across the Atlantic beside someone who will not draw her a duck on a napkin, who will not steal her a small bottle of whiskey, who will not try to kiss her by the bathrooms. – pg. 183-184