- You love romances with humor, twists, and intense emotions
- You enjoy stories with unusual roommate relationships
- You're looking for a summer read with self-deprecating humor and depth
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From the No.1 New York Times bestselling author, Emily Henry, comes a sparkling and—obviously—funny story about two completely different people who have the wrong thing in common.
Daphne always loved the way her fiancé, Peter, told their story. How they met (on a stormy day), how they fell in love (because of a lost hat), and how they moved to his picturesque hometown to build their life together. He was really good at storytelling… until he suddenly realized he was in love with his childhood friend, Petra.
Now Daphne finds herself alone in the charming Waning Bay, with a new unpredictable roommate—Petra’s ex, Miles. Daphne and Miles couldn’t be more different: she wants her life organized and with strict personal boundaries, while he is chaotic and obsessed with melancholic songs. So the two roommates avoid each other, until one day they are forced to come up with a plan.
A plan that involves fake, happy summer adventures on social media. But the more they pretend, the more real what’s happening between them seems.
Everything, of course, started as a funny story and that’s how it should remain. Because there’s no way Daphne is going to start her new life in love with her ex’s current ex… right?
An inventive and humorous story about our hearts when everything is turned upside down. Emily Henry creates excellent chemistry, unpredictable lines, and a tender central relationship that wins you over.
Some people are born storytellers. They set the scene beautifully, choose the right perspective, pause for greater suspense, or easily skip over awkward details. I wouldn't have become a librarian if I didn't love stories, but I was never particularly good at telling my own. If I got a dime every time I interrupted one of my stories wondering whether it really happened on a Tuesday or if it was actually a Thursday, I would have at least forty dimes—a very small amount for such a large part of my life lost. Peter, on the other hand, wouldn't have a single dime, but he would have an enthralled audience. More than anything, I loved the way he told our story about the day we met. It was late spring, three years ago. At that time, we lived in Richmond. His elegant apartment in a renovated Italian-style building was just five blocks away from my shabby-not-so-chic version.
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