#pwmov reading

[spideyhexx]

the rest of my pwmov notes <3

Chapter 33

“Bernard, Alex whispers one night, might be god, and I snort into my white one.”

SLIPPING HIS HAND AROUND HER NECK?

The drunk falling to the floor together oh my god

Too many wine

OF COURSE HES WEARING A BELT

oh my god though the whole lead up to the way they kiss…his hand in her hair and tilting their heads oh my god like I said before emhen knows how to write a good lead up to a kiss

“Ten years of friendship flushed down the drain just so I could know what Alex Nilsen tastes like.”

Yk you guys would’ve had this solved if you just talked

Chapter 34

Oh poppy :( it’s actually so heartwarming to see she actually went to therapy

Chapter 35

Her parents are so sweet :(

Schools not out until two thirty I STARTED TEARING

Sarah being so nice about it :( unexpected but yk what refreshing

“I’ll help you take down wallpaper I hate taking down wallpaper.” CRY

I want to punch Alex

Chapter 36

Oh Alex :( oh no THEY BOTH WENT TO THERAPY

oh he’s so afraid to just be in love cause he loves so much and cares so much oh no :( he’s overthinking the future

Men crying >

Epilogue

“Like a vacation you don’t have to go home from.”

^^ I was sobbing at this idc how cliche it is

Down to the bones!

[milliesfishes]

⋆౨ৎyou're alone on halloween and alex comes to see you⋆౨ৎ fem reader x alex nilsen

Swiping the wand over your lashes, your eyes fell to your phone when it buzzed on the counter. Alex was trying to call you. Ignoring it, you leaned forward in the mirror to get a better look at the state of your makeup. Fish purred contentedly by the sink, lifting his chin in a kitty smile when you looked at him.

It was always hard spending a holiday away from Alex, even if it was a minor one. You always took the major holidays together, like Christmas or Thanksgiving, but you longed for the simple pleasures of fun ones like Halloween. All your friends were bringing their boyfriends to the party tonight in coordinating costumes while you were stuck with your solo act.

Maybe if Alex was here you would have done something cute from a movie you both liked. But since he wasn't, you had gone generic, donning a short white dress and angel wings. Staring at your reflection, you capped your mascara, shoulders slumping a little. You felt pretty. You'd look good in whatever pictures your friends posted tomorrow. But the ache in your chest was apparent, and you wished with all your heart that he was with you.

The two of you had talked about him maybe relocating to the city when you'd first accepted this job a few years ago, but nothing had come of it until this past spring. You both agreed that he should spend at least another school year in Linfield and maybe start looking for teaching jobs this winter so he could move right after school ended. You were so excited at the prospect of him coming to live with you finally after missing him so often for so long.

That still didn't make days like today any less hard.

Your phone buzzed with another text from Alex, but you didn't bother to read it. In a minute you would FaceTime and show him your costume and the little bow you'd put around Fish's neck. He would let you see Flannery O' Conner, Fish's littermate, and probably tell you he would be staying in tonight.

Petting Fish, you smiled a little sadly when he stood, rubbing his head on your side. You and Alex had gotten your cats together, picking them out at the town shelter. Fish was a tie to the man you loved in that way, and you were grateful for it.

There was a knock at the door, and you called, "It's unlocked, come in!" It was probably Jules here with the Uber. She was early.

Deciding to find a quiet-ish place at the party to call Alex in, you picked up your phone and gave Fish one last pat, trailing from the bathroom to the kitchen and living room. Your white heels were sitting by the couch, and you internally debated the logistics of bringing a purse before you realized who was standing in front of the door. Not Jules.

Alex grinned at you, somehow more handsome than when you'd seen him last. His hair was a little messy, and he looked a little tired. But he was here. "Hi baby."

Your mouth fell open, and you hurtled toward him, crashing into his open arms as he dropped his carry-on and squeezed you tight, lifting you off your feet. You'd told him a thousand times not to do that because of his bad back, but today you shelved your concerns. His clean scent filled your nose as you buried your face in his chest. "You're here...how are you here?"

"It's amazing what they're doing with teleportation these days." You lifted your head up, raising your eyebrows and meeting his eyes. He smiled, thumbing the side of your cheek. "I took today and tomorrow off. Decided to take a long weekend and come see you."

You giggled, almost in disbelief. wrapping your arms around his neck. "You did all that for me?"

"I missed you." Alex pressed his lips to your forehead, leaning down and catching your mouth in a kiss as sweet as candy corn. "Missed my girl."

Tummy fluttering from both his words and his lips, you squealed lightly, hugging him tight again. "I'm so happy you're here."

Pushing you back just a bit, Alex's eyes roamed over your body, your dress. "You look sexy. Were you going somewhere?"

"A party," you mused, staring up into his eyes, your previous plans already nearly forgotten. "But now that you're here...I'm not going anywhere."

He gave you a look. "We can still go. You got ready and everything and you look gorgeous-"

Reaching up, you kissed him needily, effectively silencing his protests. Losing yourself in his touch, you nudged your nose against his. "I wanna do something else."

He slipped off his shoes as he kissed you, letting you walk him over to the couch and push him gently to sit down. The grin on his face hadn't faltered once for the time he'd been there. When you began to take off your angel wings, he sat up, reaching out. "Wait, wait. Did you take any pictures in your costume?"

You shook your head, a little dazed, mind clouded around everything except him. Alex reached into his pocket and pulled his phone out, using his hands on your hips to scoot you backwards a bit. Flopping back on the sofa, he swiped right on the screen and pointed it at you, the shutter clicking. Over and over you'd teased him for not turning off the phone's standard device sounds.

After a few seconds of posing, you gravitated back towards him, sitting on his lap despite his protests. "Just a few more...okay." You were already cuddling into his chest, your wings poking his arm. Looking up with puppy dog eyes, your cheek squished his shoulder. He sighed, smiling and setting a palm on your other cheek. One final click of the camera was heard as you smiled adoringly up at him.

Tossing the phone aside, Alex settled his hands on your hips, giving you a fond look. He rubbed you gently, and you melted under his touch.

Remembering what you'd wanted before, you stood from his lap and slipped off your wings, setting them on a nearby chair. Letting his arms rest on the back of the couch, Alex shifted so he was sitting up straighter, grinning. "Whatcha doing babe?"

"I was gonna send you a picture later," you smiled, slipping one strap of your dress over your shoulder. He watched, almost entranced, as you removed the other one, beginning to shimmy the fabric down your chest and over your knees. His eyes widened as you kicked the dress aside, smoothing your hair behind your shoulders.

Your lingerie was white and lacy, hugging your body and effectively stunning your boyfriend. He wordlessly reached for you, hands glued to your hips as he pulled you right down into his lap again. "Baby..."

Sliding his hand to your breast, you kissed him lovingly, pressing yourself against him. Alex kneaded your hips, hands sliding over your bottom and tugging you into him.

His lips ebbed and flowed over your skin in the way you'd missed so desperately, and you tangled your hand in his hair. It'd been nearly a month since you'd seen him last, felt him like this. He shifted you off his lap so you were sitting beside him. You were about to protest, when he knelt in front of you, pulling your legs over his shoulders.

When your phone buzzed on the coffee table, you reached for it, seeing the text from Jules. She was on her way. Alex frowned, squeezing your thigh. "Baby."

"Hold on, I need to tell her I'm not going tonight." You tapped out the text quickly, using more abbreviations than usual.

Alex pressed his mouth to your thigh, still pouting. "You weren't so eager to respond to my texts."

"I was going to call you," you giggled, hitting send and putting your phone back on the table. "And show you my costume."

"Hmm." Alex kissed your knee, dipping back down between your legs.

It was dark when the two of you finally stopped, trying to catch your breath, skin sticking to one another. He kissed your forehead, reaching for his boxers and tugging them on. Taking the blanket from over the arm of the couch, Alex unfolded it, spreading it over your body before getting to his feet.

He went to the carry-on bag that he'd abandoned earlier, kneeling and unzipping the top. You sat up sleepily, holding the blanket to your chest. "Did you bring more sweatshirts?"

Alex threw a smile back at you. "You don't have enough of my clothes?" But he tugged out what he was looking for, holding the maroon sweatshirt up triumphantly. "I'll have to borrow one of the others I've left here."

With an excited squeak, you sat up, making grabby hands. He laughed, bunching up the sweatshirt in his hands. "Lift your arms, baby."

You did, smiling wide as he pulled the neck opening over your head and adjusted it over your bare body. He gave you a loving peck on the nose, leaving for your bedroom to find a sweatshirt of his own. The one you were wearing was an old one from college that was soft and cozy on the inside.

He returned in a forest green one, smiling and diving into the couch, taking you into his arms. Pressing warm kisses to your neck, Alex nuzzled there, murmuring, "You're so pretty."

"Wanna put on a movie?" you murmured, rubbing his chest.

Alex nodded, kissing your cheek. "Scary?" You scrunched up your face, and he laughed. "Alright. Not scary. I'll pick a Halloween movie though."

Remote in one hand, Alex kept you cuddled close with his other arm, kissing your hair as he flipped through movie options, selecting one of your favorites. You were pleased when his other arm slid around you as the opening credits began. Fish found his way over, jumping on the couch and purring as he settled into Alex's lap. It seemed you weren't the only one who'd missed him.

Every second with him you soaked up, reveling in his warmth. As the movie played, you talked softly about everything and nothing, the stupid little things you always wanted to tell him but felt strange doing when he wasn't physically here.

You knew eventually you would have to escape your bubble, find a way to say goodbye until the next time. But for now you were content in his arms, able to pretend that he would never leave.

tagging @kellielovesmovies because <3

[backgroundagent3]

EMILY HENRY LOCATIONS

This is what life’s about: being somewhere beautiful, with someone you love.

Book Locations.

[calming-chaos]

[lostboybarnes]

the way i could talk about emily henry books for days. happy place ruined my life. beach read had me inconsolable. funny story took me by the heart. people we meet on vacation changed me. book lovers was a personal attack.

i just love her so much.

[a-romantics-guide-to-life]

݁౨ৎ⋆ how do i love thee? let me count the ways ⁀➴༯

alex nilsen x reader

you and alex loved your jobs, your home, and each other which is why you and alex always put on a show every special occasion

HAPPY (late) VALENTINES!!! first fic for a valentines "special" although these aren't really for for valentines day but rather just based around the vibes. hope you enjoy!

The air was nice and crisp. The scent of flowers wafted through the air of Linfield as you strolled your way down. Of course, that also meant your pollen allergies would flare up meaning that you had to take a day off of work to prepare yourself for the springtime and pollen.

“Miss, you’re back!” A group of your lovely sophomores ran up to you, smiling. You hated to admit it but your female students saw you as a slightly older version of themselves meaning that they tended to be buddy buddy with you. Not that you hated it, it was quite beneficial to your job as their teacher because they felt so relaxed around you. 

Of course, when it came to the boys, you were just grateful they gave you some space. Who knew how Alex would react to a bunch of teenage boys vying for your heart.

“Yep! Allergies are toning down and all so I’m back.” You smile at the students as you continue walking towards the buildings of East Linfield High School.

“Yeah, even Mavey’s allergies flared up. So sad she can’t bear witness to your’s and Mr.Nilsen’s valentine shenanigans.” Judy, a very smart, but not tech savvy, student in your second period Computer Science class, remarked. It truly was hell with all the pollen in the air, you couldn’t stop sneezing so much that Alex had nearly called in sick too just to stay with you. Of course, you pushed him out the door before he could call the school.

That was one thing you loved about Alex. How even though he loves teaching the Seniors AP Literature (often noted as one of the highlights of his day) he would drop everything just to help you get through the first round of allergies as they crashed into you.

Of course, you had urged him to get out and go teach. Alex was so worried about you, your phone constantly ringing with texts making sure you’re ok and calls every time he had even a minute break.

And after a full day of sneezing and taking medicine, you felt like you were on top of the world. You had a pep in your step that even Alex was surprised with. He smiled when he found you in the kitchen, humming to Frank Sinatra while cooking. The scents of the feast you had cooked wafted through the air and straight to Alex’s dick. Your love language was acts of service and gift giving and Alex was all for it. You took care of him like no one else had, showering him with thoughtful gifts that Alex could use virtually everyday and feeding him like a king.

Today, you had whipped up a healthier, yet still heavy lunch, with a fresh squash roast with zucchini, eggplant, and kabocha, and a seared fillet of salmon with an herb infused butter-cream sauce. You had paired all that with a bed of rice with cauliflower, making coffee to bring with you for the morning. 

Needless to say, Alex had never been more grateful for your amazing kitchen skills especially after all his years of failed scrambled eggs and cup ramen meals during college. 

You had started making lunches for the two of you when you started dating after you started teaching at the high school. You thought nothing of it, just wanting to have an excuse to see Alex during lunch breaks but it soon became a tradition that even when you had fights (which of course were few and never lasted long). It had become such a big part of your day, you often found yourself wanting to bail on your students just so you could hang out with Alex during your free period.

“Darling, there you are.” Alex kissed your cheek in greeting, his warm coffee still in hand. Today, he wore a very romantic get up, a soft dark red, almost brown, cashmere sweater you had gotten him for Christmas and his usual button up and dark trousers underneath. 

After seeing you cooking in the kitchen, Alex regretted having an English department meeting to attend. He wanted nothing more than to help you clean the kitchen and then take you to bed once more.

You had decided to take a nice walk to school. It was the perfect time to enact your plan, “Best Valentines EVER!!! aka make Alex Nilsen feel the looove!” Of course, your brilliantly cunning plan included the best gifts ever (a new fountain pen from Paris since his old one’s tip had broken), a special dinner date at your favorite restaurant, and a special surprise.

“I’m here Alex.” You smile, kissing his jaw as he takes your bags. 

Footsteps match in pace as you casually stroll to your classroom. Students line the hallway, some holding hands with fingers interlocked like hearts, some with arms intertwined like fates in the sky, some just going about their days like love didn’t fill the hallways with an oppressive yet freeing notion that souls truly did mourn and yearn for each other.

Usually, people (younger students) would gag at the displays of affection but during the biggest cash grab of the year, everyone would celebrate love, friendship, and fondness with expensive chocolates and elaborate gifts. Even though Alex thought that it was an overrated and very clear marketing trick to not only get swooning couples to spend hundreds of millions on fancy heart shaped or colored foil, he loved spoiling you. He hated admitting that he too fell waiting in line at the floral shop you adored with the most perfect orchids that didn’t make you cry or sneeze. He hated admitting that he too would end up spending a considerable amount of money on supplies to make chocolates with you. And he hated admitting that he may or may have not left a little flowery surprise for you in your classroom.

The two of you chit chatted while walking the hallways of the school to your room tucked away in the STEM building. Alex complained about the dullness of the English department meeting while you smile as you watch him articulate his frustration with one of the oldest teachers who was so so behind on technology, requiring all her students to write ten pagers by hand.

You chuckle at Alex’s puppy eyes which he has weaponized you after you had zoned out as soon as he talked about the book he was reading with his senior class. Alex’s eyes hardened as his heart started to race as you pressed your key into your door, the lock clicking as you turned the silver key to open the flood gates of your surprise.

You press the door open only to be met with the pleasant smell of lavender and flowers. You squealed as you rushed to your desk where a pot of beautiful orchids sat. The petals faded from a beautiful pink to a cream white. You smile, the orchids lack pollen therefore your allergies were nullified. You smile, turning to Alex who had set your bags down at the foot of your desk. 

You jump up into his arms, pressing a firm kiss to his lips. You both smile, your lips meeting like ocean and land, air and water. Your arms wind around his neck, hands shooting to run through his sandy hair. His arms wrap around your waist, running his hands up and down your tulle strawberry dress. 

“Alex, you really didn’t have to.”

He smiles, pressing a quick kiss to your lips, “I really did though, didn’t I.”

You scoff, nudging your nose with his. “No, not really babe. You have already done enough for me by loving me as you do.”

He kisses your nose, “I really did, especially since you can’t breathe around other flowers, I thought it’d be nice to have some flowers of your own.”

The bell rings, signaling the start of homeroom, which Alex taught. You kissed him once more, letting the sound of his loafers against the floor motivate you until lunch.

“Darling, are you an angel because there is no way that you can create such good food with mortal ingredients.” 

You let out a loud laugh, your chest rumbling with joyous feeling. Alex scoffs at your laughs, muttering underneath his breath. He continues to spoon himself, and occasionally you, some of the food, every dish piling high onto the spoon before he shoves it into his mouth.

Alex smiled while watching you. Your glasses were perched on your nose, the slightly blue glass reflecting the code you were grading on your computer. You turn to him, opening your mouth for Alex to feed you like a baby. 

“So, about dinner tonight��.” You start, writing your last comment and inputting your last grade before closing your laptop. 

Alex takes another bite shrugging, “What about dinner?”

You smile, using your spoon to shovel a healthily amount of food into your mouth. “I just mean, any plans?”

You look away, taking a bite. You glance at your bag where Alex’s gifts wait patiently for their turn. You had brought them just in case you felt the perfect moment to give them to him arrive. 

“Well,” Alex smirks at you, “besides making my perfectly amazingly beautiful girlfriend come on every surface in our apartment, nothing.” 

You laugh, the sound reverberating through the classroom. Alex shakes his head in disbelief at your laughter. He knew that you knew damn well that he planned on doing nothing more than pinning you underneath him, making you writhe in pleasure underneath him tonight.

Of course, you knew that which is why you had planned your surprise date night outfit in advance. A very boob fitting  dress with a delicate princess skirt, one that needed no bra and certainly didn’t require panties or underwear of any sort.

“Well, of course Alex. I would expect nothing less of you,” adding lightly, “horndog.”

“Why do you ask princess? You have any plans?”

“Well…” you start to clean up the desks you used for your lunch date. You start to put all the nearly crystal clear glass lunch boxes you packed away in your bag, “I made some dinner reservations and you know…” you trailed off, turning to your desk, eyes glancing at the orchids sitting on your desk.

Alex grabbed your arm, pulling you to turn towards him. His hands come up to cup your cheek, his lips falling to your cheeks, your nose, before he kisses your forehead. You whine, looking up into his golden eyes. He smiles, a soft and sweet smile, before pressing his lips to yours. 

You melt into his embrace, the bell ringing signaling the end of lunch. He presses his forehead to yours, “What do you mean by ‘you know…’” he mimics your tone.

“Well, I mean will you go out to dinner with me?” You pout, Alex taking your lips again in retaliation to the use of his signature move.

“Why of course princess. Since you asked so nicely.” He whispers in your ear.

Alex then starts to pick up his stuff as students start walking around campus to get to their next class.

“Love you Alex.” You shout as he pushes your door opening, taking your heart with him.

“Love you too princess.” He smiles, holding it close to his, right where it belongs.

[jakeperalta]

is emily Henry’s people we meet on vacation called you and me on vacation in the uk??? 😮

yes! I have no idea why, surely if they were trying to make it more uk-friendly they'd change the word vacation? maybe they wanted to be sure people knew it wasn't just about a holiday romance??

her publishers clearly think uk and usa audiences want very different things though. there's the different title and all the different covers obviously, plus in the uk edition alex doesn't have a vasectomy whereas in the usa edition he does?? (this shocked me to learn lol). also beach read has a different ending here. wild!

[youareinlove]

i had to dnf people we meet on vacation, loved beach read tho!

WHAT? presley bestie ily but HOW (like genuinely what did you not love about people we meet on vacation i found it excellent). beach read is miles better though

[mlybrnte]

“I sit on the edge of the bed, feeling the loneliness swell, not knowing whether it's pressing against me from the outside or growing from within. either way, it's inescapable, my oldest companion.”

― Emily Henry, Happy Place

as a girl in her 20s, this was both painful and nourishing.

[spideyhexx]

kinda need them to do the scene in pwmov where alex elbows poppy in the face on the plane

[milliesfishes]

Please feel free to ignore this if you don’t want to do it!! But I saw some people requesting you write for Alex from pwmov and I got excited because no one writes for him and with Tom getting cast I have fallen in love with him again! Maybe something like when reader sees him looking at programs in her city, sort of like the scenario that actually happened in the book. Or killing time during a monsoon like at the beginning of the trip in the book where it doesn’t stop raining the whole week!

⋆౨ৎyou and alex on a rainy day⋆౨ৎ fem reader x alex nilsen

Pounding at the window, the rain beat a steady rhythm, almost musical with its continuation. Thunder rumbled like a growling stomach, seeming to war with itself. The noise was nearly shaking the building, lights flickering precariously as the power threatened to give out under the weight of the storm.

You sighed, setting your book down. It was the third re-read this week, and you were getting tired of the premise despite it being one of your favorites. Turning your head, you saw that Alex had already given up, his own reading material sitting to the side of his thigh. It was rare for him to grow weary with books, which is how you knew the weather was wearing down on him too.

Rolling over on your stomach, you glanced up at him. "Do you think the rain will let up soon?"

A boom of thunder responded, the sky outside your window lighting up with a prickly finger of lightning.

"Think that's a no," he responded, turning his head and giving you a pointed look.

"Who knew it was possible for it to rain this much?" you groaned, burying your face in the mattress of your bed. It had been sunny for exactly half a day before the torrential rain that locals assured you wasn't due for another month ruined any other pursuits. It was a beach vacation for goodness' sakes. Every activity you'd planned had been outside.

"We checked all the reports before we flew in," Alex shrugged, his head lulling back against the headboard. One of his hands had absentmindedly crawled over to yours, playing with your fingers as he was wont to do. "There wasn't anything else to do."

"They lied to us." Your words were muffled by the mattress, and Alex's chuckle rang out as he tugged on your hand, forcing you to look up.

He raised his eyebrows. "The highly skilled meteorologists lied to us?"

"Uh huh." Your response was accompanied deep nod, glasses sliding down your nose. With a smile, he lifted a finger and pushed them right back up the bridge, securing them and earning a scrunch-nosed smile from you. Alex shifted in his spot, sitting up straighter, patting his lap. "C'mere baby."

You obliged him immediately, crawling over from your side to straddle his thighs and rest your head on his shoulder. He held you securely with a hand on your back, grazing up and down the bumps of your spine. "It's okay. We can find something else to do?"

Pulling back, you nudged your nose against his once. "Like what?"

He hummed, fingers thrumming on your back. You could practically hear the low buzz of his thoughts scrambling around in his head. Then a lightbulb seemed to go off, something lighting in his eyes. "We could watch a movie. I don't think we've done that all week."

"How didn't we think of that?" you mock gasped, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Between all the reading and card games and trying to go to the beach and failing I think it may have slipped our minds." He furrowed his brow playfully at you, triggering a smile turning up on your face like a half-moon. "And my morning runs."

"Hmm, think your hair still wet from today's," you giggled, reaching up and ruffling it. He grinned, nudging his head against your hand like a cat. "Anyways, that sounds nice. Is your laptop charged?"

Alex gave you another look. "Of course it is."

You removed yourself from his lap, grabbing one of the blankets you'd brought and spreading it over your thighs, fluffing out the end corners to they reached your heels. Alex was typing furiously on his laptop, seemingly searching for something. He made an aha! face, turning the screen around so you could see. "How's this sound?"

It was an old black and white movie from the fifties that you adored and he knew you did. Clapping your hands once in excitement, you nodded enthusiastically, nearly bouncing in place. "Yes!"

Your smile must have been contagious because his that you loved so dearly was making another appearance as he situated the laptop at the edge of the bed, pressing the space bar with a soft click. The twinkly opening music started up, and he shifted back over to you, pulling your legs over his and twining an arm around your waist.

The chances of him falling asleep halfway in were more than likely, but you were grateful he put in the effort to set things up for you anyways. That was Alex's way. He was more thoughtful than most, and caring for his girl came first, even before his own needs.

Flickering hotel lights abound, you stayed cuddled under his arm as the movie progressed, making you laugh at different intervals, in turn coaxing one out of him too. He pressed a kiss to your hair during the first romantic scene, and you smiled, snuggling against his chest.

Alex lasted longer than you thought he would- his breathing grew faint with sleep around the last stretch, cheek leaning on your head. When the movie ended, you reached out with your foot, carefully closing the laptop screen without disturbing it or him, staying pressed right to his chest.

Closing your eyes you allowed yourself to drift off too, the rain stuttering the same way as his heart under your ear.

[backgroundagent3]

My Emily Henry Rankings

@brekker-by-brekkerr you asked here if I had a ranking of the Emily Henry books and couples, so after way too long, here's my opinions, along with some really bad explanations. <3 Spoilers ahead!!

Books:

Happy Place. This was the first Emily Henry book I read, and the first book that ever made me cry. Harriet was so relatable, and it was probably my favourite setting out of the four books. The characters were all so interesting, and they had such a great dynamic. I love the found family trope, and she absolutely nailed it.

Book Lovers. I loved the plot so much, and Nora was also so relatable in a different way. I loved how even though she isn't perfect, she doesn't have to change and give up her job to get what she wants. Her relationship with Libby reminded me a lot of me and my sister, which was so nice to read about.

People We Meet On Vacation. I really liked the structure of this book, and I think it made the reveal so much better. I also loved reading about all the places they went to.

Beach Read. I loved this book so much, so the only reason it's ranked in last place is because I somehow loved the other ones even more. The plot felt a little slower, but I think that has a lot to do with the fact that I only managed to read about 5 minutes a day.

Couples:

These were much easier to rank for some reason.

Nora and Charlie. I just love them so much, I don't even know what to say. I love how they respect each other's choices and make their decisions according to what they want/need, not what the other one wants. I usually really like the quiet, more mature relationships where they know they love each other without needing to shout it from the rooftops.

January and Gus. I though the way they learned to communicate without pushing each other was really sweet, even if it led to some misunderstandings. Enemies to lovers is always great, especially if one if then doesn't even realize they were never actually enemies.

Harriet and Wyn. I was a little annoyed at Wyn for most of the book to be honest, and so frustrated with their miscommunication. That's not to say I didn't like them. I think they were so sweet and had some of my favourite lines.

Poppy and Alex. Again with the terrible communication skills. I get that it's an important trope for the genre and it made sense in this book, but I'm a very impatient person. I did love how well they know and understand each other, but I think I preferred the scenes when they were just friends.

I'm also going to do main characters, because why not:

Nora Stephens.

Harriet Kilpatrick.

January Andrews.

Poppy Wright.

The reasoning here is purely relatability. I can see a bit of myself in all four of them, but some more than others. As I was writing this I realised the ones at the top I find relatable because of more negative things, like my insecurities, or qualities I have that I don't like. I share a lot of qualities with the ones at the bottom, but at the end of the day, I like reading about people who share my struggles and doubts because it's comforting to know I'm not alone. I don't know if this makes any sense, but it was very interesting in my head.

So anyways, these are my opinions. How would you rank them?

[llamasaysrandomstuff]

emily henry has a way of publishing books with characters whose problems surprisingly align with mine. every. single. time.

[reputayswift]

How’d you like Funny Story? I loved it! If you’re looking for summery non-romance, I just finished The Unwedding by Ally Condie. It’s a fresh-take on ‘murder mystery’ that I really enjoyed!

Coming back to this now that I’ve finished Funny Story: I actually was pleasantly surprised! After Happy Place I thought I was kind of Emily Henry’d out, but she had some fun twists towards the end and did a good job exploring the awkwardness (and social media-related horror) that comes with ending a relationship that’s deeply entwined with your social life. The side characters also felt a little more developed than they have in some of her other books and Daphne’s dedication to her library job was so sweet :’) And I enjoyed Miles a lot more than I was expecting (thanks in no small part to me picturing Nick Miller lol). AND I was vacationing in the area she based Waning Bay on when I started reading, so extra points for that!

Just read the blurb for that one and I’m interested! Getting a lot of mystery recs and I love that 🙂‍↕️🫶

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what does J Lo know about the Emily Henry Cinematic Universe pls (controversial opinion: at least it’s Happy Place aka my least fav EH book)

and WHEN will we hear about the other THREE movies BEFORE this??!!!??