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Cecelia Ahern 2-Book Bestsellers Collection: One Hundred Names, PS I Love You
Cecelia Ahern
A collection of two of Cecelia Ahern’s bestselling and best-loved novels, PS, I LOVE YOU and ONE HUNDRED NAMESPS, I LOVE YOU tells the story of childhood sweethearts, Holly and Gerry. No one could imagine Holly and Gerry without each other - until the unthinkable happens and Gerry's death devastates Holly. But as her 30th birthday looms, Holly discovers a bundle of notes from Gerry, one for each of the months after his death, gently guiding Holly into her new life without him, each note signed 'PS, I Love You'. As the notes are opened, the man who knows Holly better than anyone sets out to teach her that life goes on. With some help from her friends, and her noisy and loving family, Holly finds herself laughing, crying, singing, dancing – and being braver than ever before.In ONE HUNDRED NAMES, Kitty Logan has lost her way… As a journalist, she’s spent the past few years chasing the big scoops – no matter the consequences. But when she makes a terrible mistake, she finds herself mired in scandal and her career implodes. At a loss, Kitty finds distraction in a list of one hundred names that her late mentor and boss, Constance, has left her. Kitty’s been given one final chance, the most important assignment of her life – to write the story behind the one hundred names as a tribute piece to Constance. Can these strangers’ stories help her finally understand her own?
Cecelia Ahern’s Bestsellers:
P.S. I Love You
One Hundred Names
Cecelia Ahern
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Published by HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd
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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollins, 2004, 2012
Copyright © Cecelia Ahern, 2004, 2012
Jacket layout design © HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2013
Cecelia Ahern asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.
A catalogue copy of this book is available from the British Library.
This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.
Source ISBN: 9780007279364, 9780007510917
Ebook Edition © August 2013 ISBN: 9780007536214
Version: 2017-08-16
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Table of Contents
Title Page (#ueea3eb23-4147-54d8-9a8f-e41d56407757)
Copyright (#ua413b2fd-e7d1-5dd2-a013-5728ea7766c1)
P.S. I Love You (#u03f3fdc7-77be-5246-a9cf-0b95b7cb6aab)
One Hundred Names (#uca619211-cce6-56c9-927e-6c65f12908a5)
Look out for Cecelia Ahern’s next book, published November 2013 (#u83673da5-fb5f-5367-9112-d297aa62ff30)
Keep up to date with Cecelia (#ub508f0c9-bb25-571f-b163-bb8d68fd131c)
About the Author (#u88223fdd-517e-5553-aeb8-3caf1b8ee3fa)
Also by Cecelia Ahern (#u3c38f300-9af3-552d-8782-ea492fd01b68)
About the Publisher (#udfec44be-fe1b-5491-9b9c-b8b90f0ca4a9)
P.S. I Love You (#ulink_d63934b8-5c94-53f3-aa98-b5e7e0ebbb08)
CECELIA AHERN
P.S. I Love You
For David
Table of Contents
Title Page (#ubf1b2c17-ab0d-58c3-b1fc-6b3d035e82da)
Dedication (#ud08c08d5-8b0b-50a6-8ef0-a6f3c2414191)
Chapter One (#ue9b701ec-6965-58c1-b1f5-0579ce06a473)
Chapter Two (#u63ac618a-4555-509e-8b9f-fc23272eefdf)
Chapter Three (#u490e518f-712d-5fe4-b5ef-06bbc9448c4f)
Chapter Four (#u8ed45806-1761-5689-9f4c-704dbfd82af1)
Chapter Five (#u9d9f3121-cb41-5ea6-82e7-e9a8f623b100)
Chapter Six (#u7a87855f-9b89-502c-9741-abb1ea34f385)
Chapter Seven (#ua77971ad-7992-5d93-b20a-43fd1b3b8ba4)
Chapter Eight (#ufd440218-daf6-5335-b07f-de0bcc676abb)
Chapter Nine (#ud640bb80-28a1-5953-aa65-4d6170030179)
Chapter Ten (#u4d17b389-cd4e-52be-81ee-ecc9fd50ea8c)
Chapter Eleven (#u7b385858-e1ab-5e72-8fbc-0a1ed6db3e97)
Chapter Twelve (#u3767aea9-572b-5e9e-a3fa-e1386f530924)
Chapter Thirteen (#u9faccb10-4cbc-5bda-9a73-d8d33af04111)
Chapter Fourteen (#u87a7a508-a8c6-5241-ad37-1f93f0c7f990)
Chapter Fifteen (#u54af3de7-856f-57e2-8ef0-928a7661c748)
Chapter Sixteen (#ucea87348-2415-5cd5-a44f-7a2aaffec6ae)
Chapter Seventeen (#uf9513316-8424-5af1-84ff-61463eee9828)
Chapter Eighteen (#u6e05c587-04f7-573c-b6ce-4cca88630cfb)
Chapter Nineteen (#ufb87d7ac-60ce-5a9c-93da-9a960c33774f)
Chapter Twenty (#u2ec42952-bc9e-553f-9375-105a4ff9107c)
Chapter Twenty-One (#ua7553d5f-e835-5625-9440-f3a7bb54445f)
Chapter Twenty-Two (#u4d51bc0e-0788-5f9f-8746-d9f313cc34f4)
Chapter Twenty-Three (#u2e703776-b3de-5fdb-abdd-9b588b94da16)
Chapter Twenty-Four (#ucb28acc4-b970-523a-b9bc-2668c29124cd)
Chapter Twenty-Five (#u3c8a5e5e-a5bb-586e-91a3-ae97c8d8493d)
Chapter Twenty-Six (#uba9510d1-6b0d-58c8-bf85-8d8cef284605)
Chapter Twenty-Seven (#u25a3d47f-3f4b-53e5-8ab9-1072f7295421)
Chapter Twenty-Eight (#uf5e924aa-b65e-540e-bcb9-defce2ac6c42)
Chapter Twenty-Nine (#u751a9984-80e7-5e92-8bd6-b7b5f5549815)
Chapter Thirty (#u7d177735-24e0-5833-b582-73b1a8f1a595)
Chapter Thirty-One (#u913ea110-0ad5-5c86-9811-3fba324105da)
Chapter Thirty-Two (#u316cae30-e73e-58eb-a06f-3445997ec0eb)
Chapter Thirty-Three (#u19caac97-3a31-5ef1-9635-8026eeb1401d)
Chapter Thirty-Four (#ud117dd17-14ac-5e68-9ba1-d6a313290681)
Chapter Thirty-Five (#u2ba41d7f-2609-5eef-bdcf-0252bc2455e0)
Chapter Thirty-Six (#u55e69922-9b5b-567a-b832-05a027cb3e67)
Chapter Thirty-Seven (#u6178fb94-f465-593a-aff1-4f84d1c3d52d)
Chapter Thirty-Eight (#ue4b25000-5e4a-59c3-aed8-8650160869d7)
Chapter Thirty-Nine (#u388b3626-7df6-565a-a0a2-669a8f4d6657)
Chapter Forty (#ue36771ce-8a90-52fc-949e-b51623c7c00b)
Chapter Forty-One (#uff8813d4-4a99-5342-9873-dfd7c0bec848)
Chapter Forty-Two (#u89c913ad-c159-5eb8-bef4-517ee1df7582)
Chapter Forty-Three (#u1446b430-fff0-53bd-b035-0b001d2f3321)
Chapter Forty-Four (#ude757b35-a0ea-5bd3-9531-edf22f70d0e5)
Chapter Forty-Five (#u85782a62-998f-5108-bb97-0a3c0c0e0dd1)
Chapter Forty-Six (#u8f5e5a25-0b4a-57ea-80e2-7166ca0400a1)
Chapter Forty-Seven (#u9311ae33-47e4-5b85-af41-4120bb0f83c4)
Chapter Forty-Eight (#uf2ec6567-e0cf-54d9-9558-e72448e76b5f)
Chapter Forty-Nine (#u6b358f04-53b3-5851-bd21-9a2cae741f20)
Chapter Fifty (#u307271d0-c83a-524d-9c75-d04c836aa6c6)
Chapter Fifty-One (#u4fa60f4b-412a-5d5c-820f-86837823784c)
Epilogue (#ub81f7702-25cd-5074-8450-8f106a38dccd)
Acclaim for P.S. I Love You (#u654775d0-49d8-5a98-8577-cf8167f23453)
Acclaim for Cecelia’s previous bestsellers (#u7bf84d2d-4075-5aa4-bcff-d2142a731f08)
Chapter One
Holly held the blue cotton sweater to her face and the familiar smell immediately struck her, an overwhelming grief knotting her stomach and pulling at her heart. 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 in 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 advice to see his doctor. This was done one Wednesday on a lunch break from work. They thought the migraine was due to stress or tiredness, and agreed that at the very worst he might need glasses. Gerry had been upset that he might need glasses. He needn’t have worried, since it turned out it wasn’t his eyes that were the problem. It was the tumour 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 was thirty years old. By no means was he the healthiest man on the earth, but he was healthy enough to … well, to live a normal life. When he became 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 travelled more, should have jumped out of aeroplanes while waxing his legs … his list went on. Even as he laughed about it Holly could see the regret in his eyes. Regret for the things he’d never made time to do, places he’d never seen and sorrow for the loss of future experiences. Did he regret the life he had 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 were never to consider growing old as an achievement and a challenge. Ageing was something they wanted so much to avoid.
Holly drifted from room to room while she sobbed 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.
