Lola and the Boy Next Door : A Review


Okay, let’s begin with honesty. Lola and the Boy Next Door is book two in Stephanie Perkins trilogy of books. The first one’s Anna and the French Kiss, which for me was like meh. I really expected so much more because of all the hype and buzz on Tumblr and Goodreads. But sadly for me, it didn’t click. I thought it was okayish, not really worth a read.

Now comes the time when my brain keeps me nudging me to buy the next book in the sequel and I am like “No Anvi, you know what happened the last time you got a Stephanie Perkins book. Two hundred and forty two bucks ain’t worth another one.” But I got it anyway, after a few months of fighting it out with reason.


Because Lola and the Boy Next Door was ALL that I craved for in the first book of the series, and MORE. SO MUCH MORE.

GODDAMN. I started out super apprehensive because of my previous experience with Anna and the French Kiss, and then I was plunging into it without knowing. Up until yesterday, that is the fourth day of mine with this one, and I suddenly realize that I am in love with it.

It was pulling all my heart strings in all the right ways and I wanted to cry out of joy because I was sure this was yet another one of my five-star reads this year. And now, having just finished this wonder, it damn right is.

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Bits I fell for: (Spoiler Alert!!!) 

  • Lola’s passion for clothing. The way she viewed the whole idea of dressing up was how she owned life. Every day, nothing less than a star, a boss, of her own world. I loved the way she spoke about face glitter or the hours she spent researching for instructions on how to build structures for her Marie Antoinette dress. It was honest, magical and sexy.
  • Andy and Nathan, her gay parents. I loved the familial lines that constantly wove in and out of the story. The way Perkins so beautifully depicted parenthood within the context of the volatile teenage years. I especially fell for Andy and Heavens to Betsy who are totally my favorites now.
  • And Cricket Bell. Of course, Cricket bell. The nicest guy I have ever met, topping Edward Cullen. (can’t believe I said that)
  • But my first love is Lola Nolan. The girl who makes the moon smile. The girl who believes in love. The girl who grows a spine when she wants to, for herself, by herself. The girl who’s heart and feelings made mine felt understood. And also, her demons. All of her demons.

Verdict: Take my word. If you’re looking for a love-love story, your search ends here.

Star-Worthy: ***** (5/5)