The book that broke my heart: Me Before You by Jojo Moyes

It's no secret that I adore a book that draws me to tears. There's something quite magical about words on paper that have the ability to stir such strong emotions, and so when multiple people recommended Me Before You and insisted I would cry my little heart out, I couldn't resist grabbing myself a copy even though I had no idea what the bloody thing was about. (And in case you're wondering, they were right - I sobbed into my pillow the entire night after reaching the end.)

I'm happy with who won BGT, and trolling is not okay

 

The Britain's Got Talent final was on TV last night (if you didn't know that, where on earth have you been?!), and what a magnificent show it was. The finalists were spectacular - dancing, magic, death stunts, comedy, animals, music, madness - and the night was definitely a good one. I mean, the 10 year celebration that Ashley Banjo set up? In-cred-i-ble.

But I'm not here to talk about the night in general. I'm here to have a good old babble about our winner. (Sooooo, if you haven't watched it yet and don't want a spoiler, you should go away. Maybe read this post, or this post to keep you occupied?)