Author: Rosie Walsh
Publication Date: July 24, 2018
Publisher: Pamela Dorman Books
Seven perfect days. Then he disappeared. A love story with a secret at its heart.
When Sarah meets Eddie, they connect instantly and fall in love. To Sarah, it seems as though her life has finally begun. And it's mutual: It's as though Eddie has been waiting for her, too. Sarah has never been so certain of anything. So when Eddie leaves for a long-booked vacation and promises to call from the airport, she has no cause to doubt him. But he doesn't call.
Sarah's friends tell her to forget about him, but she can't. She knows something's happened--there must be an explanation.
Minutes, days, weeks go by as Sarah becomes increasingly worried. But then she discovers she's right. There is a reason for Eddie's disappearance, and it's the one thing they didn't share with each other: the truth.
Sarah and Eddie fall in love over the course of seven short days. Eddie has to leave on an already scheduled vacation after those seven days, promising he will call Sarah and see her when he returns. Sarah relishes in the idea of what their relationship will be and thinks she has found “The One”, until he doesn’t call or return her messages. It is like he has vanished completely.
I thought that this story was a completely new twist on an original love story. I LOVED the story and how the author, Rosie Walsh, manages to give us a taste of mystery alongside a sweeping romance story. The twists and turns just kept coming and I loved being surprised over and over again. I thought at some point that I would figure out where the author was taking the story, but I never could get my predictions spot on. This was such a refreshing change in plot!
I craved control over this uncontrollable situation.
Seven days later Eddie and I had said good-bye. But it was a French good-bye: an au revior. An until the next time! It was not a farewell. It was not even remotely a farewell. When did “farewell” involve the words “I think I’ve fallen in love with you?”
I loved this about him. He seemed always to say what he was thinking; nothing was edited. Which was a novel experience for me, because everyone edited everything when I came back to England.
Eventually we found ourselves in the leaves without any clothes on. I had mulch in my hair, probably insects. But I felt only joy. Deep, radial branches of joy.
***A free copy of this book was provided to me by the publishers at Pamela Dorman Books in exchange for my honest review***
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