New Heights is an adorable read that could easily be made into a movie. It features Quinn Anderson’s typical prose: funny and light, with quick dialogue full of clever quips. The story takes place entirely in one day at an airport, featuring two men, James and Mika, who are destined for the same delayed flight and possibly for each other—that is, if they can stand one another long enough to start up an actual conversation.
The book is short, managing to capture a sweet and simple story without making it drag. It's well-developed, though: We get to know about James and Mika’s backstories and hang-ups, and by the time they board their plane, they’re on their way to being better men.
I also appreciated that Anderson didn’t force her characters to have meaningful, sentimental revelations about one another within the short span of the book. Instead they realize they’re going to fall in love; readers get to glimpse this first moment of magic and comedy, understanding what’s to come. (There’s also a satisfying epilogue!)
Airports are pretty much the epitome of monotony. As James says in the beginning, “Nothing good ever happen[s] in airports.”
I once stayed overnight in Heathrow and am emotionally scarred. I love the idea of a something magical and sweet happening in such bleak surroundings. For me, that’s the entire point of the romance genre.
Lately I’ve been reading heavy books that drag out emotional problems for too long, so I really appreciated a tale of two people who get over their issues in literal hours. New Heights was silly and simple but managed to delight, like popping a single chocolate in your mouth. Bon appetit.