The Bookstore by Deborah Meyler had the potential to be a good book; a love story to old fashioned bookstores, and to New York City itself. Esme, fresh from London, on a scholarship at Columbia, falls in love with rich, blue blooded Mitchell and that's where everything goes wrong.
Mitchell is such a creepy, unlikable character, it was impossible to believe Esme would fall for him and keep coming back to him. I wish it had been more focused on the bookstore and less on the romance, could hardly wait to be done with this one.
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