Gorgeous and devastating, I went through several teary kleenex before story's end. Moyes's characters are tethered to our imperfect reality, despite how desperately I hoped that they could fly free to some magical solution. At some point Louisa's POV felt so real I was morning along with her, I felt as if my own arms were wrapped around the imperfect flesh trapping a loved one. Yes this is a romance, yes it is heartbreakingly sad, but somehow beneath all the tears is a glimpse of the inherent beauty and tragedy of the human condition. We are are here, we are fierce and bright and broken, and then we are gone.