You Are Here
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Average rating4.4
Sometimes you need to get lost to find your way . . .
Michael is coming undone. Adrift after his wife's departure, he has begun taking himself on long, solitary walks across the English countryside. Becoming ever more reclusive, he’ll do anything to avoid his empty house.
Marnie, on the other hand, is stuck. Hiding alone in her London flat, she avoids old friends and any reminders of her rotten, selfish ex-husband. Curled up with a good book, she’s battling the long afternoons of a life that feels like it’s passing her by.
When a persistent mutual friend and some very unpredictable weather conspire to toss Michael and Marnie together on the most epic of ten-day hikes, neither of them can think of anything worse. Until, of course, they discover exactly what they’ve been looking for.
Michael and Marnie are on the precipice of a bright future . . . if they can survive the journey.
A hilarious, hopeful, and heartwarming love story—the novel belovedNew York Times bestselling author David Nicholls calls “my funniest book yet”—You Are Here is a bittersweet and hopeful story of first encounters, second chances, and finding the way home.
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I'll never forgive David Nicholls for [b:One Day 6280118 One Day David Nicholls https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1327873020l/6280118.SY75.jpg 6463667] (IYKYK), but You Are Here was surprisingly enjoyable. Believable chemistry between the MCs, witty repartee, wry British humor, and a much more romantic ending than That Book. Plus a realistic portrayal of depression and isolation: It was as if she'd returned from a foreign country and not let anyone know. The threshold of her flat seemed like a high diving board, too big a leap, too many people watching, and even when she made it out, what did she have to say? Conversation required a warm-up now, time set aside to workshop smiles and responses, and she no longer trusted her face to do the right thing, operating it manually, pulling levers, turning dials, for fear that she might laugh at someone's tragedy or grimace at their joke. In Japan and California, they were developing robots with a more natural and spontaneous set of responses than she currently possessed. The MMC needed to do more groveling to make up for keeping a Big Secret from the FMC, and I would have liked an epilogue to put an exclamation point on the HEA, but those are just some nits to pick because I'm still peeved about that bestselling, award-winning, “we'll take a love story seriously if it's written by a man” abomination.
