As a third-year Ph.D. candidate, Olive Smith doesn’t believe in lasting romantic relationships–but her best friend does, and that’s what got her into this situation. Convincing Anh that Olive is dating and well on her way to a happily ever after was always going to take more than hand-wavy Jedi mind tricks: Scientists require proof. So, like any self-respecting biologist, Olive panics and kisses the first man she sees.
That man is none other than Adam Carlsen, a young hotshot professor–and well-known ass. Which is why Olive is positively floored when Stanford’s reigning lab tyrant agrees to keep her charade a secret and be her fake boyfriend. But when a big science conference goes haywire, putting Olive’s career on the Bunsen burner, Adam surprises her again with his unyielding support and even more unyielding…six-pack abs.
Suddenly their little experiment feels dangerously close to combustion. And Olive discovers that the only thing more complicated than a hypothesis on love is putting her own heart under the microscope.
My rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐
The Love Hypothesis is the best smart-romance I’ve read this year or in a long time, for that matter. I don’t want to rave like a crazy fangirl, so I’ll just borrow the scientific method of evaluating this book.
Hypothesis #1: Reading Love Hypothesis will make you laugh which will consequently lead to a stomach ache or a good mood for the rest of the day.
“Olive,” Dr. Aslan interrupted her with a stern tone. “What do I always tell you?” “Um . . . ‘Don’t misplace the multichannel pipette’?” “The other thing.” She sighed. “ ‘Carry yourself with the confidence of a mediocre white man.’ ”
Hypothesis #2: When you accidentally kiss a total stranger, the best option is to pretend it never happened. Convince them it was a hallucination
“Did you… Did you just kiss me?” He sounded puzzled, and maybe a little out of breath. His lips were full and plump and… God. Kissed. There was simply no way Olive could get away with denying what she had just done.
Still, it was worth a try.
Surprisingly, it seemed to work.
“Ah. Okay, then.” Carlsen nodded and turned around, looking vaguely disoriented. He took a couple of steps down the hallway, reached the water fountain – maybe where he’d headed in the first place.
Olive was starting to believe that she might actually be off the hook when he halted and turned back with a skeptical expression.“Are you sure?”
Hypothesis #3: Reading or watching romantic rom-coms will make a mess of your life and ruin any chance at a non-weird relationship. Pff, who cares about normal relationships!
“He’d clearly never seen a rom-com or read a romance novel in his life.”
Hypothesis #4: Wearing expired contacts will lead to meeting a tall dark stranger in the university bathroom or any bathroom if you are lucky enough not to come across some creep.
“You put in expired contacts?” He sounded personally offended.
“Just a little expired.”
“What’s ‘a little’?”
“I don’t know. A few years?”
“What?” His consonants were sharp and precise. Crisp. Pleasant.
“Only just a couple, I think.”
“Just a couple of years?”
“It’s okay. Expiration dates are for the weak.”
Hypothesis #5: When two scientists meet and fall in love, they will definitely use brains when expressing their feelings… or not? You will have to read The Love Hypothesis to find out!
Seriously, people, read this book!