The Seven Year Slip, by Ashley Poston

Clementine’s beloved Aunt Analea has always said her New York apartment was magical. After she dies and leaves it to her niece, Clementine discovers just how magical when it transports her back seven years to encounter an aspiring chef staying there while Analea is away travelling. What follows is an odd romance and a tale of grief and self-discovery. It’s an interesting idea, not well executed. There are too many anomalies and conveniences required to make the timeslip work. Thinly drawn characters, repetitive descriptions and ludicrous sex scenes also let down the story. Strange, quirky font choices that impede readability don’t help. The romance genre can be so much more than chick lit, but this is not.