note: i’ve always liked emily henry because she hasn’t fallen into the traps of other contemporary romance authors of trying to make inside jokes with all the so cute stuff that happens *gag* but unfortunately it started to happen here. They should act like a couple for a week, and they will eventually come clean when their holiday is over. How hard could it be to stay in the same room, touching and kissing your ex in front of others when you are still harboring your unresolved feelings? can’t believe emily henry had the audacity to write a book about me!! ms emily reached inside my brain and took out parts of my life to write this book, it’s uncanny. i am constantly overwhelmed with how she can take the most deepest inner emotions of a person and articulate it in a way that is so relatable it makes the reader feel seen. i just love how she describes the complexity of adult life!

Do you think that you deserve to find your happy place? It’s always there waiting for you with open arms, without judgment. Emily Henry did the damn thing. That ending was perfection. It was everything this story needed and what I needed. there are a lot of things i didn’t like about this. my favorite part, to be honest, was emily’s writing. i love her prose and style and her banter is TO DIE FOR. it will always feel like a warm hug from someone you know and haven’t seen in a while and i’m never not going to love it. There’s more to us than the Sept 27 (and Google) connection, I believe. I am excited how we think similar – and often, express similar. Blessed to know you, Paige! My best friends taught me a new kind of quiet, the peaceful stillness of knowing one another so well you don't need to fill the space. And a new kind of loud; noise as a celebration, as the overflow of joy at being alive, here and now".Painting has always been a healthy and happy place for me to create. People really like that experience and so do I.” ― Tiko Kerr The ending The woman is a DOCTOR, she could set up a private little practice in Montana and be home for dinner every night. Do you know how much those loans are? Pottery isn't cutting it babe sorry! This wasn't as big of a deal but it did irk me.

My happy place is where the weather is warm, the skies are blue and the air smells like sault and sun lotion.” also, people can have hobbies and passions that exist outside of making money. that’s a normal healthy thing to do. this is like a larger issue relating to capitalism and triggering my fight or flight but not everything has to be mercenary. that so often ruins passions and it annoys me when so many people do that. why can’t shorty just like pottery?? Social media, cause tell me why I thought of wyn the second I saw someone selling their tables on tinder?? And it feels like taking a shot of tequila every time I hear it. Like I could get drunk on the sound of you. Or hungover when I go too long without you." the bridge of the archer: “they see right through me, can you see right through me? i see right through me”, encapsulates this book perfectly.

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