31-year-old aspiring writer and full-time waitress, Casey, is trying to make ends meet, but barely managing to do so. She is an anxious mess. She's living alone in a potting shed, writing her book, and grieving the unexpected death of her mother.

I might have a stable job, unlike Casey, but just like her, I am grieving, have only two friends, no romantic relationships, and spend my time reading. The only piercing clarity Casey has is about writing. She wants to get published. And I only wish I was passionate about something like her. I could easily see myself in Casey.

But then she meets Oscar, an older man with two young boys, a dead wife, and a stable writing career. But she also meets a school teacher who's her age but neto get his head sorted. So, now, she has to choose b/w 'sparks or coffee in bed'.

Books find you when you need them the most. You feel this hypnotic pull towards them. You two are meant to be. And King's words were no less than a balm to my wounds. They healed me and gave me hope. From what it feels to be a struggling writer to the kind of men one meets in her youth and all the messes we have to deal with, this book throws a light on each of these aspects. 
I reckon I came across this marvellous book at the right time; a time when I was in over my head.

In the book Casey says, 'There’s a particular feeling in your body when something goes right after a long time of things going wrong. It feels warm and sweet and loose.'
This book was 'warm and sweet and loose'.
And I finished it with tears pooling at the corner of my eyes and a big, fat smile.