How to Find Love in a Bookshop

by Veronica Henry

It was always better to be sad in your own bed.

She wanted a comfort read, something that took her back to her childhood. Not Laura Ingalls Wilder—she couldn’t bear to read about big, kind Pa at the moment. Nor Frances Hodgson Burnett—all her heroines seemed to be orphans, which Emilia realized she was now, too.

People were kind; people were loving. At least, the people her father had attracted were.

There’s a book for everyone, even if they don’t think there is. A book that reaches in and grabs your soul.”