The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight by Jennifer Smith (Poppy Books, $8.99) isn’t really a Valentine’s Day book. It actually takes place in the summer around the 4th of July. But it’s cheesy and romantic, so I thought it seemed appropriate to recommend it now. When I first saw this book, it struck me as rather cheesy and romantic, but it has been getting such good reviews that I thought for sure it must have more depth than I thought. It doesn’t. It’s super cheesy. But sometimes that’s what you want to read, so I’ll go ahead and recommend it anyway. Haley is on her way to her father’s wedding in London. She doesn’t want to go. She’s never met her step-mother-to-be. She’s still quite angry at her parent’s divorce. And she misses her plane by four minutes. Somehow, while waiting for a later flight, she meets a guy. THE guy, who also happens to be sitting in her row on the plane. They fly across the Atlantic getting to know each other and falling in love. Then they get separated at Immigration (he’s British) and the rest of the novel is spent searching London for that one perfect person you happened to have met on a plane. I told you it was cheesy. But just because I flew back and forth between New York and London at least 3-4 times a year for 7 years and never sat next to one interesting person, let alone someone I could fall in love with in less than 7 hours AND I’ve never met anyone else that ever has either, doesn’t mean it’s statistically impossible : ) It’s a fun book, relatively well-written, with decent characters. Nevertheless, it is over-the-top romance, which, despite (or because of) my protestations of ridiculous romantic commercialism, is why I’m recommending it for Valentine’s Day.