You guys, the subtitle of Alan Russell’s St. Nick is “A Christmas Cop Novel.” A cop is the main character. Totally not my kind of book! This was my book club’s December pick, and that’s the only reason I read it at all.
In college, my flute professor once told me (after I complained about a piece she assigned me), “Sometimes cheesy isn’t a bad thing.” That was basically sums up this book for me. It’s cheesy, it’s kinda goofy, and it has a subtle romance and predictable tug-at-the-heart moments. I’m confused that I liked this as much as I did. Maybe I just needed something light and wholesome? St. Nick was a nice, fun read, and I’m glad my book club reads such a wild variety of genres.