The upcoming follow-up takes the form of a heartwarming road trip through the gorgeous landscapes of Ireland.
Miserable, Addie cant wait to visit her friend in Italy and leave her brother and her problems behind.
Fans ofLove & Gelatowill surely find this to be a worthy follow-up.
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Belting out drinking songs in a dim, noisy pub?
Running barefoot through a field of four-leaf clovers?
Or maybe that old Johnny Cash song:Green, green, forty shades of green.
But I am saying that this trip of yours will undoubtedly beeven better than anything youve imaginedDont believe me?
I know youre feeling fragile, turtledove, so let me just lay it all out for you.
Consider me a two-for-one guide.
And dont pretend you dont need me.
We both know there are a thousand travel guides on Ireland, and yet you picked upthisone.
Youve come to the right place, love muffin.
So take that, Johnny.
Introduction toIreland for the Heartbroken: An Unconventional Guide to the Emerald Isle, 3rd edition
PrologueWorst summer ever.
Thats the thought I went over the side with.
NotI just shoved my brother off the Cliffs of Moher.
Not evenMy aunt is going to kill me for ruining her big day.JustWorst summer ever.
You could say that my priorities werent in the best shape.
And by the bottom of the hill, neither was I.
But cow pies werent the worst of it.
Finally, I got a breath.
I have what my soccer coach calls theaggression factor.
Wheres Ian?I rolled to my side, searching for my brother.
But unlike me, he wasnt moving.
No.I sprang to my knees, panic filming over my vision.
Did I start with mouth to mouth?
Why hadnt I paid attention in health class?
I was about to fling myself at him when his eyes suddenly snapped open.
I fell back into a relieved heap, tears spiking my eyes.
I may have shoved my brother off the side of a mountain, but I hadnt killed him.
That had to count for something.
Keep moving; eyes up here.
The voice was British and much too close.
Hags Head is a bit farther.
Ooh, and look, theres a wedding going on up top.
Everyone see the lovely bride?
I think she lost a bridesmaid.
A tiny lavender bridesmaid.
Hellooooo there, tiny lavender bridesmaid.
Are you all right?
Looks like youve had a fall.
They were looking atme.
All thirty of them.
Youd think theyd never seen a midwedding fistfight before.
I straightened up, shoving my skirt down.
Just a little tumble, I chirped.Yikes.
Tumble was not a typical part of my vocabulary.
And whose robotic happy voice was coming out of my mouth?
The woman pointed her umbrella at me.
Did you really just fall down that big hill?
He appeared to be playing dead.
Youre sure youre okay?
This time I injected my voice with a heavy dose ofnow kindly go away.
At least that was done with.
You could have helped me out with the tour group, I called to Ians motionless form.
A raindrop spackled down on me.
Im not okay, I yelled, the wind swallowing up my words.
No wonder he couldnt stand to look at me.
I was most definitely not okay.
And I wasnt going to be okay for a very, very long time.
