Confession: I, ladies and gentlemen, am whipped by Cecelia Ahern. Let me explain.
One summer night while I was in high school, my longtime childhood friend and I headed to Chapters, as was our once a week ritual. She picked up a Cecelia Ahern book and I grabbed some other chicklit novel. I had heard of Cecelia Ahern and loved the P.S. I Love You movie, but had no real interest in reading her. In a matter of days, my friend called back gushing about how magical and adorable the book was. Though we don't share the same taste, I was in a bit of a reading rut and couldn't find anything I liked, so I took her advice and got myself a copy.
|She's just so adorable!|
Oh Cecelia, why must you do this to me? (Ps -- I love you.)