I love them. I do. I love Olive Smith and Adam Carlsen like I love to breathe. Which is a lot.

Olive and her inner rambles on science And hypotheses and her constant emotional turmoil is 10/10 entertainment.  She’s a whole mess. But a studious mess. A well thought out mess. An organized mess.

Now, Adam. Adam. He is so fine. Now, realistically speaking I don’t believe a STEM professor who likely lives off cup ramen as a result of his strenuous college days as a PHD Grad student would have rippling six-pack abs but then again, this is a romance. Realism is not key here ladies (or whoever).

They work so well together, and as someone who read the infamous chapter

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with both Olive and Adam’s POV back to back, I can safely say they are whipped. Adam especially. The man is a dumpster fire of emotions despite his general emotional constipation.

Overall, it was cute, it was funny, and I adored Ali Hazelwood’s additions of technical terms and scientific mumbo jumbo. I did however initially assumed it would be more difficult to understand, but it was all rather simplistic. People’s warnings of super scientific monologues proved to be false but it still unfortunately warded me off for several years before growing the cajones to pick it up. No regrets.

(P.s please do not date your (possibly) hot professor. Ethically unwise. Fictionally very hot.)