The Slow Lane Walkers Club

The Slow Lane Walkers Club - Rosa Temple

This is my first book by Rosa Temple and it won't be my last.

I was a bit unsure when I started it. However I loved it.

Its not often I finish a book and end up hugging it because I loved it so much.

The characters were great, Hazel is amazing. She reminds me of an old family friend who never gives up no matter what. Daniel is a kind lad who I think is slightly misunderstood when he arrives back in Cornwall.

Their relationship is fantastic, one you can only dream about having with your grandmas friend.

This book is one big giant hug and it's exactly what I needed at the time of reading. Once you start you dont want to stop.

Best book of the year so far!

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