Definitely a classic favourite now.

I vaguely remember going to see the film with my mother when I was about 12 whilst on a family holiday somewhere. I don’t remember where and I know I’ve never been back to that cinema. I can barely remember what the place looked like through the tears!

It was the first film I’d ever cried at. And the first film I’d ever seen my mother cry at too.

So honestly, I’m not sure why I put off reading the book for so long, but I’m glad it found me when it did. I haven’t cried at a book for a few years now, but this was the most beautiful and therapeutic moments I’ve ever had reading. Knowing what was going to happen, but not exactly when, had me on edge the entire time. And the tears and love for this book where definitely worth it.