Opinião:
Quando estas duas autoras se juntam, sai um excelente livro que nos prende desde o início até à última página, e claro que com este não havia de ser excepção! Tudo começa com uma carta para ao pai natal de Birdie Maxwell, que perdeu recentemente a mãe, e quem recebe essa mesma carta? A Sadie que recebe e que acaba por responder a Birdie porque se identifica e bastante com a história. Também ela perdeu a sua mãe adoptiva bem cedo, mas as coisas acabam por ir um pouco mais além do desejado, Sadie acaba por ir até a casa para que possa conhecer melhor a miúda, mas o pai dela acaba por confundi-la com uma treinadora de cães. Já estão a imaginar o cenário? É uma história fantástica! Espero que a TopSeller esta história porque sei que vão gostar.
Sinopse:
From New York Times bestselling authors Vi Keeland and Penelope Ward comes a love story about taking chances, and the surprises that come with them.
My love story all started with a letter.
Only it wasn’t from the man I’d eventually fall in love with. It was from his daughter. A sweet little girl named Birdie Maxwell who’d written to the magazine that I worked for.
You see, once a year, my employer fulfilled a few wishes for readers. Only that column didn’t start up again for months.
So I fulfilled some of her wishes myself. It was harmless…so I thought. Until one day I took things too far.
While anonymously granting yet another of Birdie’s wishes, I got a look at her father. Her devastatingly handsome, single dad father.
I should have stopped playing fairy godmother then. I should have left well enough alone. But I just couldn’t help myself. I had a connection to this girl. One that had me acting irrationally.
Like showing up on their doorstep.
My love story all started with a letter.
Only it wasn’t from the man I’d eventually fall in love with. It was from his daughter. A sweet little girl named Birdie Maxwell who’d written to the magazine that I worked for.
You see, once a year, my employer fulfilled a few wishes for readers. Only that column didn’t start up again for months.
So I fulfilled some of her wishes myself. It was harmless…so I thought. Until one day I took things too far.
While anonymously granting yet another of Birdie’s wishes, I got a look at her father. Her devastatingly handsome, single dad father.
I should have stopped playing fairy godmother then. I should have left well enough alone. But I just couldn’t help myself. I had a connection to this girl. One that had me acting irrationally.
Like showing up on their doorstep.
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