Let it Snow: Maureen Johnson, John Green, Lauren Myracle

5/5 Star

I once heard this song, like a fresh breeze singing“...can’t you feel, can’t you feel my heart? My love” Add Christmas bells ringing, and that perfectly portrays the essence of these Christmas stories. The yearning hearts of all these young lovers and lovers-soon-to-be.
Maureen Johnson is absolutely hilarious (I burst out laughing quite a few times). She has an amazing ability to observe and pick up on quirky details, making Jubilee’s account, cute, dorky, and absolutely lovable. (The Flobie village debacle was... (I have no words for it...)) The interaction between Jubilee and Stuart, her love interest, is a bit more serious and their emotions are portrayed with (adorable) honesty, no overdramatic, gushy angst. I do like the rather subtle way they arrive at the conclusion that they are perfect for each other.
John Green’s group of semi-misfits (not in an angry rebel way of course:) Tobin, Duke, and JP blaze on an adventure through the blizzard in pursuit of cheerleaders and some delicious hash browns. Their sarcastic banter and odd adventure will make you laugh. Tobin takes a big leap from friendship to love, and his perspective on the leap is innocent yet insightful. I liked this story best because of character’s attitudes (which I related to most) and the complexity of his theme.
Lauren Myracle tells the last story, the reuniting of two lovers. Abbie’s story felt like the weakest part. First of all, it felt a little too long. Despite this, Lauren Myracle does an excellent job of bringing the characters from the three stories together, albeit a little bumpily. But I loved the feeling of strong, lasting love Ms. Myracle brought to this Christmas picture- contrasting well with the previous two, new, loves to make the big Christmas love story complete.
Let it Snow is what it is, teens+blizzard+Christmas= winter storm that buries the reader in six feet fuzzy, young love. So, READ THIS BOOK, it’ll feel like a fresh breeze in this world of cluttered up overly-hormonic hotguy-hotguy-hotguy-hotgurl pop fiction. Actually, I’m inspired to read some other Maureen Johnson books now.