Straight up, I am a sucker for cheesy Christmas romances and I am not at all ashamed of this fact. Sometimes I even like reading Christmas romances that aren’t like super amazing but can be kind of comforting. Like I am not at all ashamed to admit that I loved Call Me Mrs. Miracle by Debbie Macomber even though it’s really predictable and has some religious overtones (I’m kind of a heathen) and no sex. Isn’t that kind of shocking? My love for this book. I bought it on my kindle for $1.99 back when it was on sale, picked it up one night when I was just not feeling my current read and did not set down the kindle until I had finished this one sitting book.
Basically the premise of Call Me Mrs. Miracle by Debbie Macomber is that there’s this woman named Holly Larson who has temporary custody of her nephew Gabe while his dad is fighting overseas with the military. Holly isn’t exactly rich, she’s kind of broke actually but she will stop at nothing to give Gabe a wonderful Christmas — including saving for this super expensive robot toy called Telly. Intertwined with Holly’s story is that of Jake Finley — heir to the Finley department store throne. However he is working is way up and thus is managing the toy department. THEN you throw one of Jake’s employee’s Emily Merkle aka Mrs. Miracle into the mix and you’ve got the recipe for holiday heartwarming.
I actually really liked Holly Larson. She tries her hardest for her family and that’s pretty important to me. Plus, she works super hard at her job even when her boss can be kind of witchy. And omg. Jake. Like when I say that he’s heir to this huge department store you probably picture a Scrooge-like dude sitting atop piles of money, but that’s not the case. Jake’s actually really nice. His deal, though, is that he doesn’t celebrate Christmas and neither does his father since a freak accident one Christmas eve that killed his mother and sister. Oh, and Mrs. Miracle is the sort of lady I wish I had for a grandma, she knows how to wrangle children and is all warm and stuff. Not that my grandma isn’t warm. ANYWAYS.
So, the romance is super chaste. Like if you want to read a ‘clean’ romance with no sexing, then you’ll probably love Call Me Mrs. Miracle, like there’s some kissing but that is it. No midnight meetings or hay rolling. I can’t complain too much though, even though I wasn’t hard core swooning or fanning myself or in need of a shower, I thought the chemistry between Jake and Holly was very sweet.
On a scale of the Grinch pre-heart growing and Buddy The Elf, I would say Call Me Mrs. Miracle falls solidly on the Buddy The Elf end for spreading Christmas cheer. Seriously, I read this while I was in the mood for something sentimental that would let me rest my brain and think about adult romances for a change. The ending made me sob happy tears because everything comes together SO perfectly and also because I am full of young lady hormones and so that happens to me like all of the time. Straight up this isn’t the best written book ever written full of hidden depths and literary shit, but I loved it and it gave me exactly what I wanted.
Disclosure: Purchased for my Kindle.
Other reviews of Call Me Mrs. Miracle by Debbie Macomber:
Book Sake – “a perfect holiday story”
Tales Of Whimsy – “down-right delightful”
Debbie’s Book Bag – “made me want to curl up in front of the fire with a cozy blanket”