While meandering through Spitalfields market one afternoon, I saw a copy of David Nicholls’One Day sat on a table full of £3 novels. Its cover caught my eye, but instead I purchased a copy of Dorian Grey. All the way home my boyfriend insisted I read One Day, and reminded me that he had in fact leant me the book several weeks ago.
A week later I cracked open the cover; in two days I had devoured the whole thing. And I had fallen in love with Emma Morley.
Originally published at Black Heart Magazine