The Seven Year Slip: The laugh-out-loud rom-com from the New York Times bestselling author of THE DEAD ROMANTICS, now in a beautiful collector’s edition! Your new 2026 obsession

Havent read but condition is great

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It was good

OH MY GOD WHERE TO BEGIN. I finished this in 2 days, it was so captivating, so easy to read and yet so mesmerizing. The story itself is absolutely wonderful, unique and filled with so many lessons and things to know and learn about love and grief - how it's okay to change for the better, to try new things and explore. I simply adored Ashley's first book, The Dead Romantics, and had to get my hands on this one - totally worth it! Romantic AF, funny, bittersweet, it has it all. Easily one of the best books I read this year.

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Dear book, You feel like a time capsule. Like a little magical apartment that I can walk into, holding a single moment in time — the exact moment the author sat down, heart wide open, and wrote you into existence. And somehow, years later, you found me. I find you when I needed you the most. There’s something so beautifully strange about books — how we can ache for fictional characters more than we ever did for real people. And you made me ache in all the right ways. You say so many things, and maybe nothing at all, and yet you feel so deeply personal….... You reminded me that love is just a matter of timing — that there’s romance can be found in a piece of chocolate, & love can be hidden in a slice of lemon pie. And you talk about grief… As the author said, "Grief is a weird thing. It can be a monster on your shoulder. It can be a friend sitting with you at the table. It can be a memory in a smell, the soft, delicate notes of floral perfume. Grief can find you in the middle of the night as you roll over to go back to sleep. It can even find you in your dreams. And grief, what it looks like, how it whispers, how you respond, is different for everyone." I lost my grandfather when I was 10. It’s been eleven years now, but reading you made me feel like I was sitting next to him again. He was the one who taught me how to read, who used to buy me books when I was little. He left me then. I thought nothing stays forver. The person I loved the most left me. And for a moment, you reminded me that memories are the only forever we get. Nothing stays — but memories do. No matter where I go – I’ll hold him with me. I’ll carry all the memories. Because the things mattered the most never really left. And love does. The love always stays. And then there are your people — Clementine West, my lemon girl, who painted her way through loss and found her way back to love. She loved fiercely, she lost deeply, and somehow, she still chose joy in her world. Her friends became her family, standing beside her as she stitched her heart back together. And Iwan — the chef whose love language was food, whose presence felt like a warm kitchen on a rainy evening. I love books that talk about books, books that talk about love, and you gave me both. After all the years of almosts and bad timing, Clementine and Iwan made it. They found their way to each other — and to themselves. And after closing the last page, I realize something — people change, but art stays the same. Maybe that’s why this book feels like it found a home inside me. Because it reminded me that we should go back — revisit the places we once loved, reread the books that once held us together, rewatch the movies that once made us feel alive. Because we grow. We change. And as we change, the meaning of these things changes with us. Going back to them feels like reaching across time to hold our younger selves by the hand and whisper, look at us — we made it through. The story might stay the same, but what we see in it shifts like light through stained glass. And yet, somehow, the love — the love never leaves. It stays. Everything stays.