SYNOPSIS 

Lou Clark knows lots of things. She knows how many footsteps there are between the bus stop and home. She knows she likes working in The Buttered Bun tea shop and she knows she might not love her boyfriend Patrick. What Lou doesn’t know is she’s about to lose her job or that knowing what’s coming is what keeps her sane. Will Traynor knows his motorcycle accident took away his desire to live. He knows everything feels very small and rather joyless now and he knows exactly how he’s going to put a stop to that. What Will doesn’t know is that Lou is about to burst into his world in a riot of colour. And neither of them knows they’re going to change the other for all time.

 

REVIEW  5/5⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

This book is so beautiful. 

I didn’t cry and I’m not sure if it was because my heart is made of ice or because of the fact that I knew that what happened was going to happen and I don’t know how I feel about that, maybe I should read less romantic novels and focus on different themes in my readings. Anyways, I loved it, I don’t know if the fact that I was fascinated by this book is in any way connected to the fact that everyone loved it but I’m pretty sure it is the fact that this book is great. I loved the beginning because I don’t know why I felt really connected to Louisa, I don’t like anything and I’m grossed out by everything, I’m so weird and my mom always tells me I’m very picky, but I’m sure that’s not the problem, I’m sure I’m not the problem.

(JK, I am the problem) 

For me there never was a moment of boredom in the book, from front to back it was pretty amazing and very entertaining, the character development between Louisa and Will was beautiful and the independent character development of these two was even more beautiful. 

Do I want to read more books from Jojo Moyes? Maybe I do. 

Are my feelings towards her books going to be a little bit related to my feelings towards Colleen Hoover’s books? I’m pretty sure that is going to happen. 

I don’t know why I love romantic novels so much and I don’t know why I also love romantic novels that make me suffer. There should be a middle point between these two, but there is not.

 

“I needed to tell him, silently, that things might change, grow or fail, but that life did go on.”

 

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