Beach Read

by Emily Henry

There would be purpose. There would be beauty. There would be candlelight and Fleetwood Mac playing softly in the background.

That was what I’d always loved about reading, what had driven me to write in the first place. That feeling that a new world was being spun like a spiderweb around you and you couldn’t move until the whole thing had revealed itself to you.

He fit so perfectly into the love story I’d imagined for myself that I mistook him for the love of my life.