Eight Perfect Hours
Quotes from the Book
It’s not selfish to want something, Natalie,” says Shauna. “But what I often forget is that we can’t really expect other people to know what we want without saying it out loud. People are barely tuned in to what they want for themselves, let alone what other people want. You know?
But if you need help," says Lucy, "then you should tell us. It's what we're here for. It's actually a very important part of friendship. Studies have shown that true lasting friendships that are built on the foundation of feeling comfortable to ask one another for help, last longer than those friendships you feel you have to transact in. You know? I'll do this for her, but only so she might do that for me. It's true. I read it in a book.
I think it’s the worrying I’ll forget that’s worse. Russ’s smell, the groove of the scar on his gorgeous hands, the deep, gentle voice, the shy chuckle and blush on his cheeks when I’d say something too loudly or kiss him in front of too many people. I test myself sometimes, and I’m always relieved when I can still recall everything
My life is nothing but a tangle of unfinished sentences. I am a tangle of unfinished sentences.
Well, that is such bollocks. My Apple watch is telling me I have barely moved today.
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Eight Perfect Hours
About the book
A heartwarming novel about hope after loss as a young widow receives mysterious messages of love from the author of Eight Perfect Hours.
Sparkly and charming Natalie Fincher has it all—a handsome new husband, a fixer-upper cottage of her dreams, and the opportunity to tour with the musical she’s spent years writing. But when her husband suddenly dies, all her hopes and dreams instantly disappear.
Two and a half years later, Natalie is still lost. She works, sleeps (well, as much as the sexually frustrated village foxes will allow), and sees friends just often enough to allay their worries, but her life is empty. And she can only bring herself to play music at a London train station’s public piano where she can be anonymous. She’s lost motivation, faith in love, in happiness…in everything.
But when someone begins to mysteriously leave the sheet music for her husband’s favorite so
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