I wish I would have read during Christmas time.

This is a cutesy, folkey, holiday story. I didn’t really flow with the writing. I get the point of the story, but I don’t get it. It felt like all the pieces were there for a good story, trying to tell me some sort of life lesson – but overall, it didn’t capture me.

I am curious if I would have read it during the holidays, would my physical atmosphere have influenced me more to enjoy the book more?