Ashley Poston

An overworked book publicist with a perfectly planned future hits a snag when she falls in love with her temporary roommate…only to discover he lives seven years in the past, in this witty and wise new novel from the New York Times bestselling author of The Dead Romantics. Sometimes, the worst day of your life happens, and you have to figure out how to live after it. So Clementine forms a plan to keep her heart safe: work hard, find someone decent to love, and try to remember to chase the moon. The last one is silly and obviously metaphorical, but her aunt always told her that you needed at least one big dream to keep going. And for the last year, that plan has gone off without a hitch. Mostly. The love part is hard because she doesn’t want to get too close to anyone—she isn’t sure her heart can take it. And then she finds a strange man standing in the kitchen of her late aunt’s apartment. A man with kind eyes and a Southern drawl and a taste for lemon pies. The kind of man that, before it all, she would’ve fallen head-over-heels for. And she might again. Except, he exists in the past. Seven years ago, to be exact. And she, quite literally, lives seven years in his future. Her aunt always said the apartment was a pinch in time, a place where moments blended together like watercolors. And Clementine knows that if she lets her heart fall, she’ll be doomed. After all, love is never a matter of time—but a matter of timing.

The Seven Year Slip

chel

Because the things that mattered most never really left. The love stays. The love always stays, and so do we. 

Jessie

Sometimes the people you loved left you halfway through a story. Sometimes they left you without a goodbye. And, sometimes, they stayed around in little ways. In the memory of a musical. In the smell of their perfume. In the sound of the rain, and the itch for adventure, and the yearning for that liminal space between one airport terminal and the next. I hated her for leaving, and I loved her for staying as long as she could.

Sarah Campbell

"You are who you are, and you like what you like," he replied, and there was no sarcasm in his voice. "You are you, and that's a lovely person to be."

shiya

I could keep pretending I was fine because I was fine. I had to be. I didn't like people worrying about me when they had so many other things to worry about. That was my allure, right?

I loved how a book, a story, a set of words in a sentence organized in the exact right order, made you miss places you've never visited, and people you’ve never met.

She grew and she changed and she became someone new, as time always made you. And she had not looked back.

“French fries, Lemon. The were French fries.”

I stared at him. “Your life changed because of some French fries?”

He barked a laugh, bright, golden, and to my utter surprise, “The things you least expect usually do.”

"You always know," she told me conspiratorially. "You always know the moment you fall.”

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