Rachel and Henry were best friends, but after Rachel moved away they drifted apart. Henry doesn't know that Rachel has always loved him, he doesn't know she left him a note telling him so, and he doesn't know her brother died. So, when Rachel moves back to town and takes up a job cataloging the notes and marginalia in the special library of books in Henry's family's bookstore, he also doesn't understand why they can't just be best friends again.

A tale of missed connections, a deep love of literature, grief, and finding one's way back to life.

So good. I was a bit annoyed by the depiction of Amy, Henry's girlfriend who he keeps running back to. I wish she had more agency, but she was definitely just the jerk that kept Rachel and Henry apart.

The writing was absolutely stunning and I am just adoring Aussie fiction right now!