I mean, I really can't find fault with anything Jojo Moyes writes. This was not the same level of 'holy crap, this book will leave an indelible mark on your brain' as Me Before You. But, damn, if she doesn't write the most compelling dramas about the human condition, with characters that make me laugh out loud and swoon. I am glad she revisited Louisa's story, even if the finale of the previous book didn't really necessitate a sequel. I'm happy to read Moyes' indulgent whims!