I read Me Before You by Jojo Moyes last summer and finished it within a couple of days. Last week I passed the sequel in the library and picked it up for the long weekend. By chapter five or six I gave up. I just couldn’t get into it. Disappointed, but moving on. Perhaps I’ll come back to it in the future.
I think us here to wonder, myself. To wonder. To ast. And that in wondering bout the big things and asting bout the big things, you learn about the little ones, almost by accident. But you never know nothing more about the big things than you start out with. The more I wonder […] the more I love.
I loved this.