And the streak continues!
Kissing Tolstoy was the last Penny Reid novel I had left to read. I have now read them all and I love her even more than ever.
Originally known as Nobody Looks Good in Leather Pants (and told through Reid’s monthly newsletter), Kissing Tolstoy is the story of Anna who falls for her Russian Lit professor, Luca.
Fun facts: Anna is the cousin of Marie from Reid’s Knitting in the City series (and my favorite Reid book, Dating-ish). Luca is effing gorgeous and is known to quote Tolstoy and wear leather pants. Drool.
More fun facts: Proceeds from the first month of book sales went to hurricane relief efforts! So I got my Reid fix AND contributed to a cause. Double yay!
I really liked this one. If I had any complaints it would be that, because it’s a novella, you don’t get that slow burn romance that Reid is so good at. Surprise, surprise, Ginny’s only complaint about a Penny Reid novel is that it’s not long enough! LOL
Despite it’s shortcomings in the length department, Kissing Tolstoy has all of the heart, humor and nerdy goodness that I have come to expect in any Penny Reid novel. Like any true Reid heroine, Anna is smart and wickedly witty. Luca is the strong silent type and their personalities fit well together. Like Luca says, they are “two pieces of a human puzzle.”
For a novella, this was great and I look forward to the second book in the Dear Professor series already coming to newsletter subscribers as “Nobody Looks Good Naked.”
Four-and-a-half stars for Kissing Tolstoy!
Here are some of my favorite quotes from the novella:
On self worth:
“Yes, I felt shabby and small, but that’s okay. I was shabby and small. There’s nothing wrong with being shabby and small. Hobbits are shabby and small and look how badass they are. Plus, second breakfasts for the win.”
On the wisdom of women with giant diamond rings:
“I should have listened to that woman with the ring. You don’t get a ring like deathbringer without knowing what’s what.”
On being rejected:
“His words landed like a physical blow and the wind was forced from my lungs, leaving me breathless. And wretched.
Breathless and Wretched, the new fragrance by Calvin Klein.”
On being clueless:
“He wasn’t hitting on me.”
“Yeah. He was. Pro tip, Anna: if any guy other than Santa Claus asks you to sit on his lap, he’s hitting on you.”
On the impossibility of Luca’s good looks: