Lola… and Isla…, by Stephanie Perkins

Classic love stories á la rom-com. Last year I succumbed to the hype and bought the first book in the trilogy. When I started reading it I was overwhelmed by the amount of clichés I was founding and felt a great disappointment. However, as I kept going, I ended up binge-reading it like there was no tomorrow. It was still full of clichés and predictable situations, but, for reasons unknown, I enjoyed it. For the second and third part of the series I was already aware of what I could expect and pretty much I knew beforehand how they ended, but those things didn’t make them less enjoyable. From these two, I liked Lola better.