I'm normally, all other things held equal, totally into revived-childhood-romance stories that stretch all disbelief. But this one doesn't do it for me somehow.
I think partially because they never sold me on any of the romantic feelings on either end of the timeline. Without any emotional investment on my part, all I can see is the patent absurdity. (Like, the apparent assumption that she would have held on to the purse because she still likes him—not, y'know, the well-loved childhood purse itself, whose origins are probably mostly forgotten in the mists of time? XD)