I have just finished reading You Before Me by Jo Jo Moyes. It was a really beautiful book and I enjoyed every minute reading it. But now I feel like crawling under a stone and staying there.
Maybe it's just me. Wondering whether to read the sequel now, or to find something cheerier.
WWYD?
If heaven is so wonderful, why do people pray to stop someone going there



My choice in Jan - Graham Swift - Light of Day.