This starts out as fairly predictable, though broadly enjoyable, teen romance, hallmark fluff. Evie has become cynical about love since catching her father having an affair, and finds herself with a magical gift which allows her to see how relationships develop and end when she sees a couple kiss. This feels like a quirky and cute story about not giving up on love just because it might come to an end. What I wasn't expecting was that plot twist.

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I want to be relatively kind about this, because the acknowledgements make clear that this book is at least in part a product of the author's grief. However, I am not a fan of having the rug pulled out from under me by a macabre plot twist - whilst it makes the shock of the upset feel very real, it also leaves you with a horrible pit of shock in your stomach you have to carry around with you. I feel like the tonal problem comes in before the twist rather than after it. I think it needed to have a bit more weight to it, really, and a touch less fluff.