*I read this in August 2017 and reviewed it then. I read it as an paperback. I decided to DNF at 46%. As always, this is my honest opinion.
I should have known I wouldn’t enjoy this book, but the cover drew me in.
Love lives between the lines.
Years ago, Rachel had a crush on Henry Jones. The day before she moved away, she tucked a love letter into his favorite book in his family’s bookshop. She waited. But Henry never came.
Now Rachel has returned to the city—and to the bookshop—to work alongside the boy she’d rather not see, if at all possible, for the rest of her life. But Rachel needs the distraction, and the escape. Her brother drowned months ago, and she can’t feel anything anymore. She can’t see her future.
Henry’s future isn’t looking too promising, either. His girlfriend dumped him. The bookstore is slipping away. And his family is breaking apart.
As Henry and Rachel work side by side—surrounded by books, watching love stories unfold, exchanging letters between the pages—they find hope in each other. Because life may be uncontrollable, even unbearable sometimes. But it’s possible that words, and love, and second chances are enough.
This is a perfectly adequate book. I gave it 3 stars because it’s not a bad book in any sense of the word. The character and premise are interesting. There’s a nice story. It’s grammatically correct.
I was just bored. But it’s a me thing, not a book thing.
I read Crowley’s Graffiti Moon and didn’t love it, but again, didn’t hate it either. It was just there. So, again, it’s a me thing.
The author’s writing style doesn’t work for me. I feel like I’m too detached from the characters to really get involved in the story. This is supposed to be emotional, but I wasn’t connecting with any of the characters.
I could have kept reading, but I felt like I was taking so much time trying to read such a short book and since I wasn’t really connecting with the characters, I decided I would put it aside.
I think a lot of people will enjoy this book, I, unfortunately, am not one of them.