There are books you read, and then there are books that you READ—and I READ THIS ONE.
From the very first page, you're pulled into a world where the air smells faintly of cinnamon and coffee, the pavements glitter with fallen leaves, and life, though far from perfect, feels beautifully, heartbreakingly real.
Our main character, Joanne Baker, is not the typical rom-com heroine with a perfect life and glossy hair that somehow never frizzes. She’s a thirty-something café worker living at home, dodging bills, second-guessing herself, and quietly wondering when she’ll finally have it all figured out. In short, she’s all of us in our “I swear I’ll get my life together next Monday” era.
The story isn’t about grand romance or sweeping drama—it’s about small bravery... About the quiet victories of showing up, facing mistakes, accepting help, and realizing that “perfect” is often just a filtered illusion. Griffiths paints this with gentle humor and a deeply human touch: the kind that makes you smile through your sighs.
And while the plot moves softly—like a cup of tea cooling beside you, the heart of the story beats strong. Joanne’s growth is quiet but so satisfying. By the end, you’re not just rooting for Joanne, you’re rooting for yourself, too.
This book is a love letter to ordinary courage, second chances, and the soft kind of happiness that sneaks up on you when you least expect it. It’s the perfect companion for an autumn night—when the world feels too loud, and all you need is a story that reminds you that even small steps count.