I’m not quite sure what prompted me to finally buy On Dublin Street by Samantha Young. I had read a few of her of other books such as the Warriors of Anhk and The Tale of Lunamorte series, and enjoyed both. On Dublin Street had been popping up on my recommended reading list on both Amazon and Goodreads, and I had ignored it for months. A few days ago while I was stocking up on cold remedies at Target, I came across the book and decided to read the synopsis in the back. I don’t remember being particularly interested in the synopsis but for god knows why, I decided to buy it on my Kindle when I got home. I think it was my subconscious’ attempt to avoid having to read the rest of Norwegian Wood. Because the previous works that I’ve read from Young was in the supernatural genre, I had expected the same from this book. Now anybody that read the synopsis on this book would probably be like…you must have been smoking something. In my defense, I was groggy from the DayQuil. I had expected the main characters to possess some type of supernatural abilities, but they only had money. It was a very contemporary romance set in a very contemporary Edinburgh. I was so sure Braden was going to be a werewolf or something, especially with his “caveman” attitude toward Joss and him being Scottish and all. Although the fey were not present, and there were no shapeshifters in sight, I still thought the book was quite enjoyable. I would recommend it to my girlfriends.