I’ve read some of Poston’s YA-ish novels, and enjoyed them very much.

This one was sweet, reflective, and quite slow; this would be the kind of movie where you’re shouting at the screen, “Get ON with it, already!” and “Just SAY something, for heaven’s sake!” Florence’s family was a chaotic delight, full of warmth and welcome. The townsfolk were pure unadulterated Hallmark, right down to the mayor and the (slightly redeemed) high school bully. It was hard to reconcile their generous embrace of a grieving family with the people who drove Florence away to NY with their suspicion and gossip. The conclusion was painfully protracted, but it was pretty clear the author enjoyed frustrating the readers with the subversion of any number of romantic tropes.

No bedside confessions of love and falling into one another’s arms at the first moment here.