There are only two rules in Aunt Annalea’s apartment: 

Her aunt always said, in that conspiratorial way of hers, that the apartment was magical. On a day when Clementine is wading through the grief of her aunt’s passing, she’s transported back in time, seven years to be exact, to find a strange, handsome man in her apartment—turns out Annalea wasn’t lying. 

And guess what happens next? Yep, Clementine falls in love. 

The premise of this book had all the right things: a magical apartment, time traveling element, growing romance between the main characters, and characters with internal struggles. And yet, I still didn’t love it. It’s not that it was bad, it was more that I didn’t have time to fall for the characters before they were falling for each other. A fast burn can work, sure, but this one felt predictably forced solely to fit the plot. Plus, I wish I hadn’t been able to guess every twist. What I did enjoy was the peek into the publishing and restaurant industries, the aunt-niece bond, and how haunting grief can be.