Can't believe how long I took to actually REALLY pick this book up and indulge in it. Been a long while since I've last read, and this light read was the perfect book to start with. Left it in a corner way too long. I was single the last time I tried to start this book. Single in the sense where I enjoyed singlehood to its very core - not having boundaries set by anyone, perfectly fine being alone, enjoying every moment of solitude, so much so that I feel weird. Not like the feelings mentioned weren't familiar to me, not like I couldn't relate, but I just didn't feel like flipping on. Now, 8 months into my current relationship, I find myself engrossed in every scene written, nodding to the things that struck my heart strings, frowning at parts I wish wouldn't happen to me, rereading certain parts that I loved over and over, savouring the connection I had with the book. I guess love is sort of like a dictionary, words adding on with time, pages of stories, limitless. & I have faith our dictionary would keep getting thicker, for a long looooong time. :)
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