Blurb from Goodreads
Sometimes love is written in the margins …
Two teens find their way back to each other in a bookstore full of secrets and crushes, grief and hope – and letters hidden between the pages.
Years ago, Rachel had a crush on Henry Jones. The day before she moved away, she tucked a love letter into his favourite 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. Her brother drowned months ago, and she can’t feel anything anymore.
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.
Winner of the 2017 Australian Prime Minister’s Literary award for Young Adult Fiction.
It’s everything I love about words. About why I love reading. About why I feel reading connects us to the world even if reading is such a personal thing. No two people ever interpret a book the same way. No two people ever share the exact same feelings about a book. And yet books connect us. We share parts of our soul with each book we read and that makes them unique in their capacity for sharing of authentic emotion.
This book was imperfect.
Yet it’s its imperfections that made it feel all the more human to me. That made the words come alive. That made me feel a little less alone on a very lonely day.
Four stars really and truthfully…
But sometimes reading is about the experience.
About the highs and the lows. The laughter and the tears…
And this book?
It was a five star experience.
“Books are important. Words are important… Words matter, in fact. They’re not pointless, as you’ve suggested. If they were pointless, then they couldn’t start revolutions and they wouldn’t change history. If they were just words, we wouldn’t write songs we listen to them. We wouldn’t beg to be read to as kids. If they were just words, then stories wouldn’t have been around since before we could write. We wouldn’t have learned to write. If they were just words, people wouldn’t fall in love because of them, feel bad because of them, ache because of them, and stop aching because of them.”