Lucy and Owen live in the same apartment building in the heart of New York City, but don’t meet until their elevator loses power in a city-wide blackout in the midst of a blisteringly hot summer. After their rescue, they spend one perfect night together, sharing secrets and falling in love. Reality sets in before long, and the two are separated. After that, they mostly communicate through postcards and a few emails until they finally have a chance to meet up in person again. Will they be able to rediscover the magic of their first meeting?
In terms of the “meet-cute” trope, this book has it down pat. Lucy and Owen are fated to meet because of the elevator, and the result of that is a magic, kismet evening in which they discover a mutual attraction for one another. Readers looking for plausibility should look elsewhere, because Smith’s latest offering has much of what her previous books have: romance, angst, and the most unlikely of situations. The problem is, that what felt incredibly fresh in her first, excellent The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight is starting to feel more than a little stale in this one, her third offering in as many years.
An inability to connect to either character, both of whom take turns narrating this tale, makes this a bit of slog to get through. Lucy’s incredibly wealthy and privileged, living in a swank apartment and spending the majority of her time unsupervised, as her parents are always out of the country. Implausible but not out of the realm of probability, this still feels more like a plot point than an actual feature of Lucy’s character and situation. Owen’s mother is dead and he grapples with an emotionally absent grieving father, but again, this feels like a plot point rather than a whole character.
Too often, it feels as though Smith is moving the pieces around on the page to keep her characters longing for each other in a way that never fully makes sense. It would take an extraordinary love–one which this reader did not see on the page–to make these two characters work so hard to stay in touch after they move away from each other. The base of that relationship is never established, making this feel like a flimsy premise at best.
That’s not to say that readers won’t like this one. There’s plenty here for readers who like their YA romance chaste and full of longing. Armchair travelers won’t get a ton out of this one, but there are enough geographical locations mentioned to at least pique the interest of some. Still, this is one that never fully connects with the reader and fades fast from the memory as soon as it’s done. Disappointing all around.
The Geography of You and Me by Jennifer E. Smith. Poppy: 2014.