Ali. Baby. Honey. Sweet Angel. Are you kidding me. LIKE BE SO FOR REAL RIGHT NOW. Who gave you the audacity to go out and transform my brain from “sports are disenfranchising for couches” to HEAVILY invested in Olympic pool sports. I swear to god I did not need another hyper-fixation. I wasn’t in the budget. But here we are and I’m shaved, stripper pole waxed and READY TO GET WHET BB. I feel hot. I feel sweaty. Things are moist and it’s not distressing. 

And yeah! I CRIED. WHAT OF IT. IM JUST A GIRL. I loved every bit of this story. I want to negotiate my own list. I want to learn Swedish. I want to go hiking. I want to inward dive. I want to write formulas on his hand which he keeps for good luck. 

This book was scrumptious. I was fed. I was on the journey. I was with Scarlett every second and then to be seen. Like SEEN (capitals intentional) like that. That old chestnut “to be loved is to be known”. I AM IN FACT NOW A PUDDLE. 

I am so happy for the amount of little deaths she had and I just know he had a hydrate on standby because my guy knows after care and is not remotely phased by the blubbering messy collective that we are. 

Thank you to Hachette for this Proof Copy. Safe to say it was a SPLASH HIT. (I am so sorry I can’t stop)