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Home Downloads Free Downloads P. I Like You pdf. In stock [PDF] P. Read Online Download. Description Reviews 2 P. Hot P. Great book, P. The film adds a character called William, played by Jeffrey Dean Morgan.

Another change is that in the books, the letters arrive all in a package together and Holly is expected to open them once a month. In the movie, the letters are delivered by mail. The film remains fairly true to the novel, and all of Gerry's letters are virtually unchanged.

Click here to Download. No comments:. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without the written permission of the Publisher. Visit our Web site at www. When Gerry's severe headache is diagnosed as brain cancer and Holly tragically loses him in a few short months, she is devastated and unmoored.

She hasn't just lost her husband, she's lost her very identity. Each letter offers specific instructions to guide Holly through grief, and ultimately grant her permission to return to life. The novel includes a cast of raucously funny and memorable characters, including Holly's best friends and four siblings who range in personality from the pink-haired world traveler Ciara to stick-in-the-mud Richard.

Pins and needles ran up the back of her neck and a lump in her throat threatened to choke her. Panic took over. Apart from the low hum of the fridge and the occasional moaning of the pipes, the house was quiet. She was alone. Bile rose to her throat and she ran to the bathroom, where she collapsed to her knees before the toilet. Gerry was gone and he would never be back. That was the reality. She would never again run her fingers through his soft hair, never share a secret joke across the table at a dinner party, never cry to him when she got home from a hard day at work and just needed a hug; she would never share a bed with him again, never be woken up by his fits of sneezes each morning, never laugh with him so much her stomach would ache, never fight with him about whose turn it was to get up and turn the bedroom light off.

All that was left was a bundle of memories and an image of his face that became more and more vague each day. Their plan had been very simple. To stay together for the rest of their lives. A plan that anyone within their circle would agree was accomplishable. They were best friends, lovers and soul mates destined to be together, everyone thought. But as it happened, one day destiny greedily changed its mind.

The end had come all too soon. After complaining of a migraine for a few days, Gerry had agreed to Holly's suggestion that he see his doctor. This was done one Wednesday on a lunch break from work.

The doctor thought it was due to stress or tiredness and agreed that at the very worst he might need glasses. Gerry hadn't been happy with that. He had been upset about the idea he might need glasses. He needn't have worried, since as it turned out it wasn't his eyes that were the problem. It was the tumor growing inside his brain. Holly flushed the toilet, and shivering from the coldness of the tiled floor, she shakily steadied herself to her feet.

He had been thirty years old. By no means had he been the healthiest man on the earth, but he'd been healthy enough to. When he was very sick he would bravely joke about how he shouldn't have lived life so safely. Should have taken drugs, should have drunk more, should have traveled more, should have jumped out of airplanes while waxing his legs.

Even as he laughed about it Holly could see the regret in his eyes. Regret for the things he never made time to do, the places he never saw, and sorrow for the loss of future experiences. Did he regret the life he'd had with her? Holly never doubted that he loved her, but feared he felt he had wasted precious time. Growing older became something he wanted desperately to accomplish, rather than merely a dreaded inevitability.

How presumptuous they both had been never to consider growing old as an achievement and a challenge. Aging was something they'd both wanted so much to avoid. Holly drifted from room to room while she sobbed her fat, salty tears. Her eyes were red and sore and there seemed to be no end to this night. None of the rooms in the house provided her with any solace. Just unwelcoming silences as she stared around at the furniture. She longed for the couch to hold out its arms to her, but even it ignored her.

Gerry would not be happy with this, she thought. She took a deep breath, dried her eyes and tried to shake some sense into herself. No, Gerry would not be pleased at all. Just as she had every other night for the past few weeks, Holly fell into a fitful sleep in the early hours of the morning.

Each day she found herself sprawled uncomfortably across some piece of furniture; today it was the couch. Once again it was the phone call from a concerned friend or family member that woke her up. They probably thought that all she did was sleep. Where were their phone calls when she listlessly roamed the house like a zombie searching the rooms for. What was she expecting to find? Her voice was hoarse from all the tears, but she had long since stopped caring about maintaining a brave face for anyone.

Her best friend was gone and nobody understood that no amount of makeup, fresh air or shopping was going to fill the hole in her heart. Always the same conversation. Every morning her mother called to see if she had survived the night alone. Always afraid of waking her yet always relieved to hear her breathing; safe with the knowledge her daughter had braved the ghosts of the night. She could picture her mother's concerned face, eyebrows furrowed, forehead wrinkled with worry.

But it didn't soothe Holly. It made her remember why they were worried and that they shouldn't have to be. Everything should be normal.

Gerry should be here beside her, rolling his eyes up to heaven and trying to make her laugh while her mother yapped on. So many times Holly would have to hand the phone over to Gerry, as her fit of giggles would take over. Then he would chat away, ignoring Holly as she jumped around the bed pulling her silliest faces and doing her funniest dances just to get him back.

It seldom worked. It would do you the world of good to go out for a walk. Get some fresh air. I'm free all day.

That envelope is still here for you, you know, the one I told you about. It's on the kitchen table. You might want to collect it, it's been here for weeks now and it might be important. It's probably just another card. It's addressed to you and above your name it says. It's worth just taking a He danced around the room performing a striptease, slowly unbuttoning his white cotton shirt with his long slender fingers. He raised his left eyebrow toward Holly and allowed the shirt to slide from his shoulders, caught it in his right hand and swung it around over his head.

Holly giggled again. What, and miss all this? He wasn't a vain man but had much to be vain about, thought Holly. His body was strong and perfectly toned. His long legs were muscular from hours spent working out in the gym. He wasn't a very tall man, but he was tall enough to make Holly feel safe when he stood protectively beside her five-foot-five body.

Most of all she loved that when she hugged him her head would rest neatly just below his chin, where she could feel his breath lightly blowing her hair and tickling her head. Her heart leapt as he lowered his boxers, caught them on the tips of his toes and flung them at Holly, where they landed on her head.

He always managed to make her laugh. When she came home tired and angry after work he was always sympathetic and listened to her complain. They seldom fought, and when they did it was over stupid things that made them laugh afterward, like who had left the porch light on all day or who had forgotten to set the alarm at night. Gerry finished his striptease and dived into the bed.

He snuggled up beside her, tucking his freezing cold feet underneath her legs to warm himself up. Gerry, your feet are like ice cubes! Holly sighed. She hated having to get back out of bed when she was nice and snug, step onto the cold wooden floor and then fumble around in the darkness on the way back to the bed. She tutted. Someday I might not be here and then what will you do? I'll have to leave a message on the light switch for you before I go just so you'll remember.

She held out her arms in the darkness and slowly began to find her way back to the bed. Holly, did you get lost? Is there anybody out there, there, there, there? Jesus Christ, they're freezing!! So that was how the joke about the list had come about.

It was a silly and simple idea that was soon shared with their closest friends, Sharon and John McCarthy. Sharon and John had married the same year as Holly and Gerry.

Holly was the baby of the bunch at twenty-three, the rest were twenty-four. Some said she was too young and lectured her about how, at her age, she should be traveling the world and enjoying herself.

Instead, Gerry and Holly traveled the world together. It made far more sense that way because when they weren't, well, together, Holly just felt like she was missing a vital organ from her body.

Her wedding day was far from being the best day of her life. She had dreamed of the fairy-tale wedding like most little girls, with a princess dress and beautiful, sunny weather, in a romantic location surrounded by all who were near and dear to her.

She imagined the reception would be the best night of her life, pictured herself dancing with all of her friends, being admired by everyone and feeling special. The reality was quite different. There's no way I'm goin' to this bleedin' weddin' looking like this. I'll be scarlet! Mum, look at the state of me! Holly can find another bridesmaid 'cos I'm not bleedin' goin'. Jack, give me back that feckin' hair dryer, I'm not finished!! She was currently living somewhere in Australia with strangers, and the only communication the family had with her was an e-mail every few weeks.

Holly's family spent the rest of the morning trying to convince Ciara how she was the most beautiful woman in the world. All the while Holly silently dressed herself, feeling like shite. And you will go to the wedding and enjoy yourself, and when Holly walks downstairs you will tell her how beautiful she looks, and I don't wanna hear a peep out of you for the rest of the day! The whole day seemed to be a blur to her now.

She had barely had time to speak to Gerry, as they were both being pulled in opposite directions to meet Great-aunt Betty from the back arse of nowhere, whom she hadn't seen since she was born, and Grand-uncle Toby from America, who had never been mentioned before but was suddenly a very important member of the family. And nobody told her it would be so tiring, either.

By the end of the night Holly's cheeks were sore from smiling for photographs and her feet were killing her from running around all day in very silly little shoes not designed for walking. She desperately wanted to join the large table of her friends, who had been howling with laughter all night, obviously enjoying themselves. Well for some, she had thought.

But as soon as Holly stepped into the honeymoon suite with Gerry, her worries of the day faded and the point of it all became clear. Tears once again rolled down Holly's face and she realized she had been daydreaming again.

She sat frozen on the couch with the phone still off the hook beside her. The time just seemed to pass her by these days without her knowing what time or even what day it was. She seemed to be living outside of her body, numb to everything but the pain in her heart, in her bones, in her head. She was just so tired. Her stomach grumbled and she realized she couldn't remember the last time she had eaten. Had it been yesterday? She was his Disco Diva, he used to say. Always the first on the dance floor, always the last out of the club.

Huh, where was that girl now? She opened the fridge and stared in at the empty shelves. Just vegetables and yogurt long past its sell-by date leaving a horrible stench in the fridge. There was nothing to eat. She smiled weakly as she shook the milk carton. Third on his list. Christmas two years ago Holly had gone shopping with Sharon for a dress for the annual ball they attended at the Burlington Hotel.

Shopping with Sharon was always a dangerous outing, and John and Gerry had joked about how they would once again suffer through Christmas without any presents as a result of the girls' shopping sprees.

But they weren't far wrong. Poor neglected husbands, the girls always called them. That Christmas Holly had spent a disgraceful amount of money in Brown Thomas on the most beautiful white dress she had ever seen.

Every time we go shopping you address me as that. If you're not careful I might start taking offense. Buy the damn thing, Holly. It's Christmas after all, the season of giving and all that. I'm never shopping with you again.

This is like, half my month's wages. What am I going to do for the rest of the month? The dress was cut low, which showed off Holly's neat little chest perfectly, and it was split to the thigh, displaying her slim legs. Gerry hadn't been able to take his eyes off her. It wasn't because she looked so beautiful, however.

He just couldn't understand how on earth that little slip of material had cost so much. Once at the ball, Ms. Disco Diva overindulged in the alcoholic beverages and succeeded in destroying her dress by spilling red wine down her front.

Holly tried but failed to hold back her tears while the men at the table drunkenly informed their partners that number fifty-four on the list prevented you from drinking red wine while wearing an expensive white dress. It was then decided that milk was the preferred beverage, as it wouldn't be visible if spilled on expensive white dresses. A toast was made after the startled waiter had delivered the tray full of glasses of milk to Holly and to her profound addition to the list.

Was it possible that Gerry had kept his word and written a list for her before he died? She had spent every minute of every day with him up until his death, and he had never mentioned it, nor had she noticed any signs of him writing one. No, Holly, pull yourself together and don't be stupid. She so desperately wanted him back that she was imagining all kinds of crazy things. He wouldn't have. Would he? The ground felt soft and bouncy beneath her bare feet, and her body felt so light she almost seemed to be floating just above the surface of the spongy earth.

All around her birds whistled their happy tune as they went about their business. The sun was so bright in the cloudless sky she had to shield her eyes, and with each brush of wind that passed her face, the sweet scent of the tiger lilies filled her nostrils. She felt so. A feeling that was alien to her these days. Suddenly the sky darkened as her Caribbean sun disappeared behind a looming gray cloud.

The wind picked up and the air chilled. Around her all the petals of her tiger lilies were racing through the air wildly, blurring her vision. The once spongy ground was replaced with sharp-pebbled stones that cut and scraped her feet with every step. The birds had stopped singing and instead perched on their branches and stared. Something was wrong and she felt afraid. Ahead of her in the distance a gray stone was visible amid the tall grass. She wanted to run back to her pretty flowers, but she needed to find out what was ahead.

As she crept closer she heard Bang! She quickened her pace and raced over the sharp stones and jagged-edged grass that tore at her arms and legs. She collapsed to her knees in front of the gray slab and let out a scream of pain as she realized what it was. Gerry's grave. He was trying to get out! He was calling her name; she could hear him! Holly jumped from her sleep to a loud banging on the door.

I know you're there! Please let me in! Confused and half asleep, Holly made her way to the door to find a frantic-looking Sharon. What were you doing? I've been banging on the door for ages! It was bright and slightly chilly, must be morning. Sharon was never one to beat around the bush, but that's why she loved her so much, for her honesty. That's also why Holly hadn't been around to see Sharon for the past month. She didn't want to hear the truth.

She didn't want to hear that she had to get on with her life; she just wanted. She was happy being miserable. It somehow felt right. She brought them into the kitchen, where she placed them in the dishwasher and then proceeded to tidy up. Next year? I don't want you slumming it while the rest of us pretend not to notice.

Why don't you go upstairs and shower and we'll have a cup of tea when you come down. When was the last time she had even washed? Sharon was right, she must have looked disgusting with her greasy hair and dark roots and dirty robe. Gerry's robe. But that was something she never intended to wash. She wanted it exactly as Gerry had left it. Unfortunately, his smell was beginning to fade, replaced by the unmistakable stink of her own skin. I haven't got around to. There was no way she was letting Sharon look inside that fridge or Sharon would definitely have her committed.

By the looks of it, you haven't eaten in weeks. Her friend was being so good to her. There will be no tears today! Just fun and laughter and general happiness, my dear friend. Now shower, quick! She was dressed in a blue tracksuit and had allowed her long blond and brown at the roots hair to fall down on her shoulders.

All the windows downstairs were wide open and the cool breeze rushed through Holly's head. It felt as though it were eliminating all her bad thoughts and fears. She laughed at the possibility of her mother being right after all. Holly snapped out of her trance and gasped as she looked around the house. She couldn't have been any longer than half an hour, but Sharon had tidied and polished, vacuumed and plumped, washed and sprayed air freshener in every room.

She followed the noise she could hear to the kitchen, where Sharon was scrubbing the hobs. The counters were gleaming; the silver taps and draining board at the sink area were sparkling. I can't believe you did all this!

And in such a short space of time! You were gone for over an hour. I was beginning to think you'd fallen down the plughole. You would and all, the size of you. An hour? Once again Holly's daydreaming had taken over her mind. I don't know where you keep the pasta and tinned foods so I just put them over there.

Oh, and there's a few microwave dinners in the freezer. That should do you for a while, but by the looks of you it'll last you the year. How much weight have you lost? She hadn't noticed the weight loss at all. She was brought back to reality by Sharon's voice again. Jammy Dodgers, your favorite. This was all too much for Holly. The Jammy Dodgers were the icing on the cake. She felt the tears start to run down her face. You've been so good to me and I've been such a horrible, horrible bitch of a friend.

This is what Holly had been dreading, breaking down in front of people at every possible occasion. But she didn't feel embarrassed. Sharon was just patiently sipping her tea and holding her hand as if it were normal. Eventually the tears stopped falling. If I don't help you, then who will? Home Downloads Free Downloads P. I Love You pdf. In stock [PDF] P. Read Online Download. Description Reviews 2 P. Hot P. Great book, P.