Isbn: 9780733635892 - nineteen letters: winner of the romantic book of the year award (6 Ergebnisse)

Paperback. Zustand: Very Good. The book has been read, but is in excellent condition. Pages are intact and not marred by notes or highlighting. The spine remains undamaged.

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Paperback. , . NB: This is a secondhand book in very good condition. See our FAQs for more information. Please note that the jacket image is indicative only. A description of our secondhand books is not always available. Please contact us if you have a question about this title. Author: Jodi Perry Format: Paperback Number of Pages: 384 The 19th of January, 1996 . I'll never forget it. It was the day we met. I was seven and she was six. It was the day she moved in next door, and the same day I developed my first crush on a girl. Then tragedy struck. Nineteen days after our wedding day, she was in an accident that would change our lives forever. When she woke from her coma, she had no memory of me, of us, of the love we shared. That's when I started writing her letters.The stories of our life. Of when we met. About the happier times, and everything we'd experienced together. What we had was far too beautiful to be forgotten. If you love Nicholas Sparks' bestselling novel THE NOTEBOOK you will devour the compelling, emotional storytelling of Jodi Perry's NINETEEN LETTERS, winner of the Romantic Book of the Year 2018 from the Romance Writers of Australia. It will make you laugh, and it will make you cry. Paperback.…

Paperback. Zustand: Brand New. 400 pages. 9.00x6.00x1.00 inches. In Stock.

Zustand: Sehr gut. Zustand: Sehr gut | Seiten: 400 | Sprache: Englisch | Produktart: Bücher | "Nineteen. There's something about that number; it not only brought us together, bonding us forever, it also played a hand in tearing us apart. The nineteenth of January 1996. I'll never forget it. It was the day we met. I was seven and she was six. It was the day she moved in next door, and the day I developed my first crush on a girl. Exactly nineteen years later, all my dreams came true when she became my wife. She was the love of my life. My soul mate. My everything. The reason I looked forward to waking up every morning. Then tragedy struck. Nineteen days after we married, she was in an accident that would change our lives forever. When she woke from her coma, she had no memory of me, of us, of the love we shared. I was crushed. She was my air, and without her I couldn't breathe. The sparkle that once glistened her eyes when she looked at me was gone. To her, now, I was a stranger. I had not only lost my wife, I had lost my best friend. But I refused to let this tragedy be the end of us. That's when I started to write her letters, stories of our life. Of when we met. About the happier times, and everything we had experienced together. What we had was far too beautiful to be forgotten."--Publisher description.…

Zustand: Hervorragend. Zustand: Hervorragend | Seiten: 400 | Sprache: Englisch | Produktart: Bücher | "Nineteen. There's something about that number; it not only brought us together, bonding us forever, it also played a hand in tearing us apart. The nineteenth of January 1996. I'll never forget it. It was the day we met. I was seven and she was six. It was the day she moved in next door, and the day I developed my first crush on a girl. Exactly nineteen years later, all my dreams came true when she became my wife. She was the love of my life. My soul mate. My everything. The reason I looked forward to waking up every morning. Then tragedy struck. Nineteen days after we married, she was in an accident that would change our lives forever. When she woke from her coma, she had no memory of me, of us, of the love we shared. I was crushed. She was my air, and without her I couldn't breathe. The sparkle that once glistened her eyes when she looked at me was gone. To her, now, I was a stranger. I had not only lost my wife, I had lost my best friend. But I refused to let this tragedy be the end of us. That's when I started to write her letters, stories of our life. Of when we met. About the happier times, and everything we had experienced together. What we had was far too beautiful to be forgotten."--Publisher description. …