I picked up When I’m Gone by Emily Bleeker on a whim. Borrowed it in my Kindle Library and settled in at three am to read it. I wasn’t sure if I was even going to like it, or want to read it. I haven’t been reading much this past year. I’d been so caught up in other life-related things, I hadn’t given myself a cozy few hours to read.
As I laid in bed and opened the book to the first page, I immediately teared up. It hit my heart like an arrow. I knew for me, it would be a good book.