After a car accident, Lachlan Wallace finds himself stuck at home with only his dog and cat for company. Taken to staring out of the window watching the world pass him by, he notices a vase of flowers appear in the window of the opposite apartment and feels drawn to their hope.
Bethan Gwynne is a single mother, slowly rebuilding her life in a new town yet she remains lonely and intrigued by glimpses of her neighbour across the way. When one evening she looks out and see a note pinned to his window…
“What are those flowers called?”
And so begins a love story of two people daring to trust a stranger…
This was a nice and well written story, but nothing particularly new or refreshing. I found I liked Lachie far more than Bethan. His circumstances and emotions just seemed so much more realistic and understandable. I often found Bethan’s concerns to be somewhat irrational and her reaction to a certain situation that occurs was overblown.
The usual “misunderstanding” between boy and girl that always features in books of this genre, fell flat for me. I thought it was unbelievable and, frankly, immature. I do, however, think the author managed to convey very well how Lachlan was suffering mentally as well as physically following his accident.
I didn’t hate this book; it was an easy and light enough read to pass the time, but I probably wouldn’t recommend this book to any of my friends. I think there are far better, more unique, stories in this genre at the moment.
* Thanks to HQ, via NetGalley, for this ARC *
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