Happiness for Beginners by Katherine Center
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Helen Carpenter can’t quite seem to bounce back. Newly divorced at thirty-two, her life has fallen apart beyond her ability to put it together again. So when her annoying younger brother, Duncan, convinces her to sign up for a hardcore wilderness survival course in the backwoods of Wyoming—she hopes it’ll be exactly what she needs.

Instead, it’s a disaster. It’s nothing like she wants, or expects, or anticipates. She doesn’t anticipate the surprise summer blizzard, for example—or the blisters, or the rutting elk, or the mean pack of sorority girls. And she especiallydoesn’t anticipate that her annoying brother’s even-more-annoying best friend, Jake, will show up for the exact same course—and distract her, derail her, and . . . kiss her.

But it turns out sometimes disaster can teach you exactly the things you need to learn. Like how to keep going, even when you think you can’t. How being scared can make you brave. And how sometimes getting really, really lost is your only hope of getting found.

Happiness for Beginners is Katherine Center at her most heart-warming, captivating best—a nourishing, page-turning, up-all-night read about how to get back up. It’s a story that looks at how our struggles lead us to our strengths. How love is always worth it. And how the more good things we look for, the more we find.

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ISBN-10

1250765250

ISBN-13

978-1250765253

Print length

352 pages

Language

English

Publisher

Griffin

Publication date

August 31, 2020

Dimensions

5.35 x 0.85 x 8.2 inches

Item weight

10.4 ounces


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Editorial Reviews

“Center has written a wonderful story, a fast-paced read with sharp, perfectly written dialogue. Her newest does exactly what we want a good novel to do, introduce us to characters who engage us and take us on a journey.” ―Booklist

“If you're anything like us, you'll read this book in one sitting.” ―InStyle

“Katherine Center has a true gift for creating a story arc that includes personal evolution, romance, challenges, disappointments, and joy in a way that avoids cliché and creates enough ebbing tension and resolution that the reader is left hungering for more.” ―Boston Mamas

“Center has a gift for snappy, engaging dialogue that frequently had me laughing aloud.” ―Lone Star Lit

“This wise, delicious, page-turning novel won't let you go. Katherine Center writes about falling down, growing up, and finding love like nobody else. You can always see yourself and the people you love in her characters and their stories.” ―Brené Brown, #1 New York Times bestselling author of Daring Greatly

“Happiness for Beginners is my favorite Katherine Center novel yet. I folded down pages to go back to--and that's a sign of a great book: when I see something so true or profound that I know I need mark it. It's wonderful. Could not put it down.” ―Jenny Lawson, New York Times bestselling author of Let’s Pretend This Never Happened

“Happiness for Beginners does what a story should do―introduces characters we want to know and then takes us on their unexpected journey to a new and braver life. Helen Carpenter is doing what needs to be done, and along the way she shows us how to be brave . . . when we need to be and when we want to be. When life doesn't give Helen what she believes she wants, she journeys into the wilderness to find what she needs, and we are with her every step of the way. Center's witty, honest and compassionate storytelling opens us to new ways of feeling and trusting, just as her character is doing the same.” ―Patti Callahan Henry, New York Times bestselling author of The Stories We Tell

“Such a charming, heartfelt novel about a woman who needs to escape from her life in order to rebuild it. I read it all in one delicious gulp.” ―Sarah Pekkanen, author of The Opposite of Me

“Adding Happiness for Beginners to my all-time favorites list. Fun, moving, and honest, it's a gem of a novel about finding out just what you're made of.” ―Melissa Senate, author of The Love Goddess' Cooking School

“Katherine Center has a unique talent for finding humor in the most unlikely scenarios. . . In the wholly refreshing Happiness for Beginners, she explores life's messy moments with comic precision and proves that it is possible to make a fresh start--and find true love--in the midst of emotional disaster. Trust me; you'll feel this satisfying novel deep in your bones.” ―Jillian Medoff, bestselling author of I Couldn't Love You More

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Chapter 1

If you want to put me in Hell, plunk me down in the middle of a party where I don’t know anyone. If you want to be really thorough, fill the place with drunken college kids. And make sure every other one manages to spill a drink on me. Don’t tell me about the party in advance, so I show up in sweatpants and ponytails. While you’re at it, put a bubble-gum pink cat carrier under my arm. With a pissed-off mini dachshund inside.

Actually, don’t. Because then you’ll turn into my brother Duncan. And trust me: You don’t want to be Duncan.

Here’s what he did this time. He said he’d watch my dog, Pickle, while I was out of town for three weeks. I reminded him that she was a bit of an ankle-biter and not a huge fan of the human race. Or the canine one. Or living creatures in general. Still, Duncan swore he wanted to with such sincerity that even after knowing him for a lifetime, I said okay. He swore to devote himself to her comfort the whole time I was gone. He even teased me that he’d burn a meat-scented candle to help her feel at home.

We agreed I’d drop Pickle off the night before I left, but by the time it was time, Duncan had forgotten the whole plan as if it had never existed. Instead, he’d decided to host a “small gathering of good friends” with his roommate, Jake, bartending. Jake, for his part, had invented a drink called “the Lambada” mixed with homemade moonshine that he swore would get you laid if you even just sniffed it.

Suddenly a hundred people were crammed into an apartment the size of a refrigerator. And one of them was me.

The worst part wasn’t even that Duncan kept doing this kind of thing. It was that I kept falling for it. And now my emotionally challenged pet had to suffer.

Duncan, as always in these moments, was nowhere to be found.

I pushed my way through to his room, which was empty. Not empty of dirty boxers on the floor, or three-week-old Chinese takeout containers, or posters with girls in bikinis—just empty of Duncan. In the corner, the recliner he’d rescued from the heavy trash was piled taller than me with dirty laundry. A six-month-old tangle of Christmas lights hung from a sad nail, flashing on and off like Vegas.

I picked my way over to the unmade bed, set Pickle’s carrier down, and tilted it up to peer in at her face. Her top lip was caught on the teeth. The ears were drooping. The eyes were all betrayal.

“You don’t want to live here, do you?” I said.

To my surprise, a voice behind me answered back. “I don’t mind.”

It was Jake. Housemate, bartender, and Duncan’s best friend since tenth grade. But it took me a second to register, and not just because he was standing in a corner, somewhat out of sight. He looked different—radically different—than the last time I’d seen him. When had that been? I had no idea. Long enough for him to grow like a foot taller, and to fill out in all those good boy places, like shoulders and arms, and to get a vast improvement of a haircut that spiked up in the front. I knew it was him, of course—but he looked so unlike the person I pictured on the rare occasion that I thought of him, I couldn’t help but confirm: “Jake?”

He raised a hand. “Hi, Helen.”

“Were you hiding back there?”

“I wasn’t hiding,” he said with a frown. “I was in the nook.”

“The nook?”

“Yeah,” he said, turning to gesture behind him. “We turned the closet into a nook. Video games, music. I use it mostly for reading.”

“You and Duncan built a nook?”

“It’s awesome. It’s like a spaceship in there. Want to see?”

I gave him a look: really? I had never liked this kid. Everything that made me crazy about Duncan? Jake made it worse. After Duncan met Jake, he did half the dishes, half the homework, and twice the dope-smoking that he’d done before. I’d hoped they’d lose touch when they went off to college, but, instead, they became housemates. For four years. Now it was the summer after their senior year—though Duncan hadn’t quite graduated—and they were still living like idiots.

Apparently, Duncan didn’t have time to graduate, but he had time to build a spaceship nook. No, I did not want to see it. Nope.

Jake was staring at me in the way he always stared at me when we were in the same room: mouth slightly open, as if he were not just looking at me, but beholding me, somehow. From anyone else, it would have been flattering.

I finally had to say something. “You cut off your ponytail.”

He nodded, remembering. “Yep,” he said. “Yep. Grabbed a big pair of scissors and snipped it right off. Duncan keeps it in a coffee mug on the shelf and calls it our pet.”

There was a pause, while Jake kept nodding.

“Was that for graduation?” I finally asked.

“No,” he said, switching to head-shaking. “That was freshman year.”

That got my attention. “You’ve had your hair short since freshman year? Haven’t I seen you since then?”

“Oh, yeah. A bunch of times.”

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen him. I’d certainly never noticed he’d cut off all that nasty hair and spiked it into a dark Speed Racer look. I guess sometimes you just get an idea of a person in your mind, and that’s what you see when you look at him, no matter what.

“It could be the glasses,” he offered.

I frowned.

“The new glasses,” he said, tapping them. “I never wore glasses before this year.”

“Oh,” I said. “Right.” It was becoming quite clear to me—and likely to him, too—that I’d never really looked at him before. He might have insisted he’d always worn a pirate patch, and I couldn’t have argued.

“I like them,” I said then.

“They’re very Nixon administration,” he said. “Duncan’s started calling me Apollo Thirteen.”

So there we had it. Haircut, hipster glasses, and the mysterious addition of all kinds of muscles. Three was a magic number after all. “Well,” I said, looking away. “It’s a thousand times better.”

“Thanks.”

Another pause.

“Are you looking for Duncan?” Jake asked then.

“Yes!” I said, and it all came back—how mad I was. “He’s supposed to dog-sit for me.”

“That’s a dog in there?” He peered in. Pickle growled.

The music outside the bedroom seemed to get louder. “We were supposed to do a drop-off tonight,” I said. “Duncan was not supposed to be hosting Girls Gone Wild.”

Jake wrinkled his nose in apology. “He probably forgot.”

“Of course he forgot,” I said. “It’s Duncan. And that’s why I’m leaving. But first I want to thank him profusely for letting me down. Again.”

Jake nodded like he really got it. “He’s big on the offering, not so big on the actual doing.”

I shook my head at my own stupidity. “I never should have agreed.”

“It’s hard, though,” Jake said. “He really means it when he offers. You just have to train yourself to say no. I’ve got it on a tattoo: ALWAYS SAY NO TO DUNCAN.”

I tilted my head. “Really?”

He smiled like I was adorable. “Not really. I’m kidding.”

I sighed.

“Great ponytails, by the way,” he added.

Pickle started barking then—loudly, over and over. “Do you know where Duncan is?” I asked.

He nodded. “He’s in my room. That’s why I’m here.”

I shook my head. “Why aren’t either of you actually attending your own party?”

“Um,” Jake said, turning his eyes up to the ceiling to think. “Well, I’m in the middle of this great book, so I took a bartending break to see what happens next, but I’m pretty sure Duncan might be getting lucky.”

I put my hand over my eyes. “Please tell me you’re kidding again.”

“Nope,” he said. “I seem to be sexiled.”

I dropped my hand to look at him.

“That’s when you’re exiled from your room,” he explained, “because someone else is having sex there.”

“I know what sexiled is,” I said. “They had that word even way back when I was in college.”

Jake nodded approvingly.

“Why is he in your room?” I asked.

Jake gestured around like it was obvious. “You can’t bring a girl in here.”

I scanned the bikini posters. “But yours is okay?”

He shrugged. “My filth level is lower.”

I sighed again. There were very few things Duncan could be doing that I wouldn’t be willing to interrupt right now, but “getting lucky” was one of them. “Can you give him a message for me?” I asked.

“Sure,” Jake said. “Anything.”

“Tell him he’s a moron, and he can kiss my ass.”

Jake nodded as he committed it to memory. “Got it.”

“Don’t forget,” I said, as I bent down to lift Pickle’s carrier.

He crossed his heart. “I won’t forget,” he said. “Especially the part about your ass.”

Was he flirting with me? He was ten years younger than I was! Uppity behavior like that demanded an icy stare-down. But, in honor of the fact that he’d cut off that greasy ponytail, I let it slide.

I was at the door when he said something that stopped me. “Thanks for the ride, by the way.”

I turned back with my hand still on the knob. “What ride?”

Jake looked flummoxed for a second, then frowned. “The ride?” he said. “Tomorrow?”

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I’m actually going out of town tomorrow, so I can’t give you a ride anywhere.” Not that I would have, anyway. Had I ever given him a ride to anything? What was he thinking?

“I know,” he said. “You’re going to Wyoming. To go hiking. On a survival course.”

“That’s right,” I said, surprised that Duncan had conveyed so many details correctly.

“I’m also going to Wyoming tomorrow. To go hiking—”

And then, with dread, I knew what he was going to say.

“—on the same survival course.”

I set Pickle down. “I’m sorry. What?”

“We’re going to the same place,” he said, like it all made perfect sense. “Duncan said you wouldn’t mind giving me a ride.”

It didn’t make sense. Why would this kid Jake be going on the same trip as me? How could the universe even let that happen? This was something I was doing for myself, on my own. A Back Country Survival Company course, no less. BCSC courses were famously hard-core, invariably grueling, and occasionally life-threatening. It was a big deal for me. It was supposed to be a spiritual journey. It was supposed to signify my bouncing back after the worst year—or six—of my life. Duncan’s goofy friend could not be coming, too. He was not invited.

“But this is something I’m doing alone,” I said matter-of-factly, in a mind-melding tone that always worked beautifully on the first graders in my class.

“Well,” he said, “it’s twelve people plus the instructor, so you won’t exactly be alone.”

Not a first grader, then. “But, I mean, alone like on my own.”

“On your own with eleven other people,” he confirmed. “And me.”

This was crazy. “How can you be coming on my trip?”

“Technically, you are coming on my trip,” he said. “Duncan only knew about it because I was going.”

Duncan. This was all his fault. Again. As usual. “But he never said anything about you,” I said.

“I think at the time you signed up, I thought I couldn’t go. But now I can.” He shrugged, looking pleased.

This was not the plan. The plan, as I had fantasized for the last six months, was to drive out to Wyoming and have a brave adventure with a bunch of strangers that would totally change not just my life, but my entire personality. The plan was to set out alone into the world, conquer it, and return home a fiercer and more badass version of myself. The plan did not include anybody but me—especially not, of all people, Jake.

I made an apologetic face. “I’m so sorry,” I said, like this settled things, “but I’m supposed to stay with my grandmother on the trip out.”

“Grandma GiGi? She loves me.”

“She couldn’t,” I said. My grandma GiGi didn’t love anybody except me. And Duncan. On occasion.

“She does. I swear. Call her.”

“I’m not going to call her. I’ve got things to do. On the drive back, I have to go to a bar mitzvah to see some old friends.”

He nodded. “The son of your high school boyfriend and your high school best friend. Right? Why would you go to that?”

I gaped. This kid knew way too much about my life. “I’m going,” I said, “because we’re friends on Facebook now, and because they asked me to, and because it’s not healthy to hold a grudge.”

“You’re friends on Facebook?”

“Yeah. Except I never, ever go on Facebook.” I blinked. “Why do you even know about any of this?”

“Duncan told me,” he said with a shrug. “That’s fine. I don’t need a ride back. Just out.”

“You’re not coming back?” I said.

“Eventually I’m coming back,” he said. “But first I’m going to Baja. Like four days after the BCSC trip ends. I fly out of Denver.” He paused. I guess he expected me to ask him why he was going.

I didn’t.

He continued. “I snagged a research assistantship for a field study on whales.”

I stared at him.

“We’re going to row out to their breeding grounds in little fishing boats and study how they interact with humans.”

I gave in to curiosity. “Why?”

“Because it’s fascinating.”

“Is it?”

“It is. The whales swim up to the boats—voluntarily. People pet them.”

“Why?”

He frowned like he couldn’t imagine how I could ask that question. Like I should get it. Which in truth, I did. Why would you pet a whale? Because it wanted you to.

“It’s powerful,” he said. “People cry. People burst into show tunes.”

“Show tunes?”

“People say they are never the same again.”

“I don’t see what’s so great about petting a whale.”

He leveled his gaze at me. “Yes, you do.”

“No, I really don’t.”

We stared each other down.

After a minute, he went on, as if that tangent about whales had somehow settled the ride-to-Wyoming question.

“So it’s just the ride out. You won’t even know I’m there. I’ll even sit in the backseat, if you want. Or you can strap me to the roof rack. I thought about making a music mix—but then I was like, ‘No way, dude, she’s got her own music’—so I’ll just stay out of your way and not even make a sound and we’ll listen to whatever you want. Even Carly Simon, or whatever—”

“No!” I almost shouted. I felt a rising sense of panic. Here was my life, proceeding without my consent. Again. “Look, I don’t know what Duncan told you, or promised you, but I’m sorry: I cannot give you a ride. You’ll just have to go on a different trip.”

“But it’s non-refundable.”

I knew that, of course. “Then you’ll just have to take the bus. Or something.”

Jake studied my face. “Okay,” he said. “No problem.”

I exhaled. “Good. Great! I’ll see you in Wyoming.” I bent down to grab Pickle’s carrier.

“Except…?” he added.

I stood back up empty-handed. “Except what?”

“Except I’m pretty short on cash,” he said. “I don’t think I have enough for a bus ticket.”

I closed my eyes. “You’re short on cash?”

He shrugged. “We went over budget on the nook.”

I glanced at the nook for confirmation. Then I looked back like, Seriously? “What about your parents?” I asked.

“Parent,” he corrected. “Just my dad.”

“Can’t he help you out?”

“He’s in Texas,” he said, shrugging like he was on Mars. “And he doesn’t exactly know I’m going on this trip.”

I put my hands on my hips and tried to come up with another answer. Any other answer. Down at my ankles, Pickle was whimpering.

“It’s cool,” he said. “I can see it doesn’t work. I’ll just hitch.”

“You’re not hitching,” I said.

“No, I’ve done it before—”

“You are not hitching,” I said, in my teacher voice, and it felt for a second—before I realized the opposite was true—like I’d won.

“Okay,” he said, shrugging. “I’ll ride with you.” Then he gave me a half grin that I couldn’t help noticing made a very high-caliber dimple. “If you insist.”

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Katherine Center

Katherine Center

BookPage calls Katherine Center “the reigning queen of comfort reads.” She’s the New York Times bestselling author of ten novels, including How to Walk Away, Things You Save in a Fire, The Bodyguard, and her newest, Hello Stranger. Katherine writes laugh-and-cry books about how life knocks us down—and how we get back up. She’s been compared to both Jane Austen and Nora Ephron, and the Dallas Morning News calls her stories, “satisfying in the most soul-nourishing way.” The movie adaptation of her novel The Lost Husband (starring Josh Duhamel) hit #1 on Netflix, and the movie of her novel Happiness for Beginners, starring Ellie Kemper and Luke Grimes, opens July 27 on Netflix. Katherine’s summer 2022 book, The Bodyguard, was an instant New York Times bestseller, a People Best New Books pick, and nominated for Book of the Year by Book of the Month Club. Bestselling author Emily Henry calls The Bodyguard “a shot of pure joy,” and bestselling author Helen Hoang calls it “a perfect feel-good rom-com.” Katherine lives in her hometown of Houston, Texas, with her husband, two kids, and their fluffy-but-fierce dog.

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Better than the movie

Reviewed in the United States on June 30, 2024

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Better than the movie you get to see them fall in love in the book. Wonderful read highly recommend

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5

Heart felt page turner

Reviewed in the United States on June 30, 2024

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Loved this book so much. The story and characters. Original story with well developed characters. Heartfelt and loved that it was not cliche at all.

Paula Vance

Paula Vance

5

Hiking & Heartwarmth

Reviewed in the United States on July 31, 2024

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Thoughts: What can I say? I’m a huge fan. This book has all the familiar notes of a Katherine Center book, masterfully arranged into a new beautiful, feel-good song. The kind of song I want to sing along to at the top of my lungs while driving cross-country so I can go on a 3-week backcountry hike.😆 Okay, so that’s part of the story…

Thirty-two year old Helen (“…with an ‘H’!”) has just gone through a divorce, and she decides she needs to change her sad life. So, her younger brother suggests a 3-week backcountry hike. She and her brother have a bit of a strained relationship, but the idea is exactly what she needs—something bold, something to make her feel like a badass! Little does she know though, her brother’s best friend, Jake, has signed up for the same trip. Uhh, why?!?! He’s so annoying!!! And, he’s like 10 years younger than her! Oh, and not to mention all the twenty-something frat and sorority students also signed up for the trip. This is not the trip she signed up for… but is it exactly what she needs?

I love the tenderness of this story. I love the feeling of nostalgia I had reading. It made me reflect on my own epic adventures in life and the unlikely friendships I made in unlikely circumstances.

At the heart, this story is about family and healing, with threads of love to bind it all together.

Can’t wait to read The Rom-Comers and, of course, this Coastie officer can’t wait to read the Coast Guard book Katherine Center is currently working on!

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Angela Barrier

Angela Barrier

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FANTASTIC

Reviewed in the United States on June 12, 2024

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❤️❣️Absolutely LOVED it❣️❤️ This is the first book I've read by Katherine Center. I watched the movie, loved it and HAD to read the book. So glad I did. Several passages got me and I've highlighted more in this book than any other book I've read. I'll definitely reread this one later...now I'm going to search for other titles by this author!

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DonnaC

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Fantastic book, one that I loved from the start and will be re-reading again

Reviewed in the United States on April 16, 2016

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Happiness for Beginners by Katherine Center 5 stars!!

“Do not be a Helen.”

This book! This book! I loved it with a passion, sometimes you start a book and you know you are going to love it, you fall in love with the characters, the authors voice and you just know that you are going to read something spectacular, well that is how I felt reading Happiness for Beginners.

“Happiness is more about appreciation than acquisition.”

Yes, this is a love story, but if it is hot sex you are after, this is not the book…this book is so much more! This book is a journey, a journey of self-discovery for Helen and a bucket list item for Jake. But it is the underlying chemistry and the epic build up between the two main characters that make this an addictive and unputdownable read.

“But the things we remember are what we hold on to, and what we hold on to becomes the story of our lives. We only get one story. And I am determined to make mine a good one.”

As I said above, I love this authors voice, fantastic dialogue, humour and wit prevalent throughout and an amazing talent for scene setting with vivid descriptions and imagery. While reading I personally felt I was there with them, standing on the periphery looking in. I lived and breathed this book, I stood side by side with Helen, I was a “holdup.” I walked every mile with these characters and loved it.

“No lattes, no takeout food, we’ve only got this heavy dude. My boots hurt, my blister’s sore, I just can’t take it anymore. My pits stink, this trail is steep, why can’t the Rangers bring a Jeep.” (sing to the marching song lol)

Helen is a thirty-two-year-old divorcee that has hit an all-time low, her confidence has been battered and she needs to find herself before she loses her identity completely. Helen is well known for her clumsiness and hair brained ideas, so when she decides to go on a three-week survival course, her brother worries and decides she needs a chaperone else he would be bringing her home in a box. Helen’s brother, Duncan is twenty-two and so is his best friend and flat mate, Jake who has been a friend of the family for years and has had a crush on Helen for as long as he can remember. Therefore, it is no surprise that Jake volunteers as said chaperone and sees this as his final chance to make his feelings known while also crossing another thing off his bucket list. This had all the trappings for an entertaining story and Katherine Center delivered this with a flourish, totally unforgettable.

• Find a deeper spiritual connection to nature. • Push myself beyond my physical and emotional limitations. • Rise up from my own ashes like a phoenix. • Toughen the hell up. • Become awesome. • Kick the wilderness’s ass. • Earn a damned certificate. (I really, really wanted a Certificate.)

The three-week survival course is a real test of Helen’s mettle and she takes a lot of knock downs before she finds her feet. She becomes the butt of the jokes, gets landed with a plethora of nick names, none of which were complimentary but she stood tall, with her chin up and her head held high. With fantastic side characters that will have you laughing out loud, this survival course was really brought to life. It didn’t help that Helen was ten years older than most of them, it didn’t help that Helen and Jake had almost kissed, it didn’t help that Helen told him in no uncertain terms that he was dead to her and to never acknowledge they knew each other…but Jake was biding his time. He has his reasons, he just needed the right time to explain.

“I had finally come to understand that not getting what you want is actually the trick to it all. Because not getting what you want forces you to appreciate what you already have.”

This book was real; it was real life with seemingly real life people so it made for a relatable read. While I personally would never entertain the idea of becoming a female Bear Grylls I could see Helen’s reasoning and she really needed that boost to her self-esteem and morale. Helen does find her inner strength but does she find love?

“Why did you think I gaped at you with my mouth open all the time? “I guess I just thought you were a mouth-breather.” “No,” he said. “Crush paralysis.”

I loved Jake, he was a fantastic character that had his own mountains to climb but never let it show. He loved Helen with his whole heart, always had, but never before had he stood a chance. He knew that she would be a tough nut to crack but he was happy to wield the sledgehammer to break through. He has a battle on his hands and with the camp rife with rumours of his and another camp mates love life he has his work cut out, but our Jake has perseverance and he needs every ounce of it.

“Sorry, what happens on the roof stays on the roof.”

This was a fantastic read and one that will be on my favourites shelf and a definite re-read. I highlighted so many lines and paragraphs, I laughed, I cried, but most of all, I loved. I loved this book, loved these characters and now I love this author. I will definitely be checking out her back list and future releases.

“You are my problem. It’s not a dopamine addiction, it’s a Helen addiction. And I cannot seem to kick it.”

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