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On the night of 23rd July, I lay in bed with red eyes and a running nose, sobbing while hugging a book. I had finished reading it two hours ago and I absolutely refused to part it from my chest. As someone who did not read romance because of highly unrealistic perfection that most authors keep trying to achieve, Me Before You had become my 3rd favourite romantic literature. Continue reading ““I will never, ever regret the things I’ve done. Because most days, all you have are places in your memory that you can go to.”—My thoughts on Me Before You by Jojo Moyes.”