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Cecelia Ahern 3-Book Collection: One Hundred Names, How to Fall in Love, The Year I Met You
Cecelia Ahern
A fantastic collection of three of Cecelia’s bestsellers: ONE HUNDRED NAMES, HOW TO FALL IN LOVE and THE YEAR I MET YOU.ONE HUNDRED NAMES: Kitty Logan has lost her way… When she makes a terrible mistake, she finds herself mired in scandal, her career implodes and even her personal relationships are tested to the limits. At a loss, Kitty finds distraction in a list of one hundred names 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?HOW TO FALL IN LOVE: Christine Rose is crossing the Ha’penny Bridge in Dublin late one night when she sees a stranger, Adam, poised to jump. Desperate to help, she talks him into a reckless deal: if he gives her two weeks, she’ll prove that life is worth living. But as the clock ticks and the two of them embark on late-night escapades and romantic adventures, what Christine has really promised seems impossible…THE YEAR I MET YOU: For Jasmine, losing her job felt like losing everything. With a life built around her career and her beloved sister Heather, suddenly her world becomes the house and garden she has hardly seen and the neighbours she has yet to meet. But being fired is just the beginning for Jasmine. In the year that unfolds she learns more about herself than she could ever imagine – and more about other people than she ever dreamed. Sometimes friendship is found in the most unexpected of places.
CECELIA AHERN: 3-BOOK COLLECTION
One Hundred Names
How to Fall in Love
The Year I Met You
Cecelia Ahern
Copyright (#ulink_b9e144e8-7394-5c12-8c10-0b5a8d9e4eef)
Published by HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 1 London Bridge Street London SE1 9GF
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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers 2016
Copyright © Cecelia Ahern 2012, 2013, 2014
Cover layout design © HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2015
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.
All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the non-exclusive, non-transferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on-screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, down-loaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins.
Source ISBN: 9780007510917; 9780007483907; 9780007501786
Ebook Edition © April 2016 ISBN: 9780008160197
Version: 2017-05-22
Contents
Cover (#uefdccfa3-1ba1-5fbe-aa07-151834a110b3)
Title Page (#ua4fe231a-3ee6-5da8-b466-9dc8efecaf99)
Copyright (#ud587342f-8536-55c2-96dd-5df79174c0c6)
One Hundred Names (#u5e8e0c7e-9631-530d-96c4-c27b710915ee)
How to Fall in Love (#uc4a62b3e-d540-5474-afa9-2e4f248dd7b9)
The Year I Met You (#u6fcf9f67-5ff8-5d99-b856-9cd0755f5bda)
About the Author (#uc694350d-b41d-54b6-8150-b6dd8bf74222)
Also by Cecelia Ahern
About the Publisher (#uad121800-38e1-5b25-8c87-699d54f0e4fa)
One Hundred Names
Cecelia Ahern
Copyright (#ulink_c80ef35c-1a4b-5e99-b2f2-9f776223f3ce)
Published by HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 1 London Bridge Street London SE1 9GF
www.harpercollins.co.uk (http://www.harpercollins.co.uk)
First published in Great Britain by Harper
Copyright © Cecelia Ahern 2012
Cover image © Didesign / Masterlife
Cover layout design © HarperCollinsPublishers 2013
Cecelia Ahern asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.
A catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library.
This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it, while at times based on historical figures, are the work of the author’s imagination.
All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the non-exclusive, non-transferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on-screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, downloaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins.
Source ISBN: 9780007350483
Ebook Edition © ISBN: 9780007510917
Version: 2017-05-22
Dedication (#ulink_2b84661f-1d35-5d1e-8ece-5de8de613894)
Dedicated to my uncle Robert (Hoppy) Ellis. We love you, and miss you, and thank you for all the memories.
Contents
Title Page (#u5e8e0c7e-9631-530d-96c4-c27b710915ee)
Copyright (#u45c2c5c8-bc2c-5894-aaf5-61c770f64d6c)
Dedication (#uaa535d26-e4af-5040-b061-43be01b0434b)
Chapter One (#ue18cecf2-c7b6-5a6d-9a62-162a43bb5eb5)
Chapter Two (#ua7746839-c613-50ad-9262-9b344ecc76df)
Chapter Three (#ue6f42abd-06d7-50f2-8097-f2ee9b2de925)
Chapter Four (#u521c4d17-1363-5735-8067-dfb189720433)
Chapter Five (#u1a008ef9-5870-5aea-a1d8-c7ed512b240d)
Chapter Six (#ufda02a7a-b4e8-50ca-b927-2003e533598c)
Chapter Seven (#u013a823c-27de-5c31-a9b2-4a0abdac2b48)
Chapter Eight (#u8dedcb82-8c1d-5e55-8dd9-6a16c5b5c6f1)
Chapter Nine (#ufbb43646-4abd-5942-a4dc-2b59a8970cf4)
Chapter Ten (#ub5620ea5-20e1-52c7-b7ec-a1849c0a39a8)
Chapter Eleven (#udaefccde-4329-5f33-979d-951b8d522d9d)
Chapter Twelve (#ub1f2efdb-ad0f-5999-b8cf-eb07411e587d)
Chapter Thirteen (#uad347d7f-ba6b-58bf-aea3-e73b97a3f455)
Chapter Fourteen (#u9b2f252d-704f-5d0e-835c-6351b99adbcc)
Chapter Fifteen (#uc7bdb2ef-fe3f-5f6b-bd7f-2cd57ea3740a)
Chapter Sixteen (#u39151a75-78eb-5408-8418-cc497850931b)
Chapter Seventeen (#ufd5a5917-70ab-5f79-b6c3-e39fa9830004)
Chapter Eighteen (#ucf0dc3f3-7fdb-53e1-9447-a3fb740f48de)
Chapter Nineteen (#ud95c309c-37e0-5a44-95b2-eb93eec97eb0)
Chapter Twenty (#ue5aa2ff7-5d5c-5a98-8ecd-4f39cc0a6806)
Chapter Twenty-One (#u33d3fd7e-4842-5727-82fe-412e2cff4b5e)
Chapter Twenty-Two (#ua04d168c-a88b-58d1-b66c-1db7e600039c)
Chapter Twenty-Three (#ubd3957d6-a060-5e72-8a3d-7fcdc980c40a)
Chapter Twenty-Four (#u01c2945f-6480-5c3c-8a00-54b66ed7c1f7)
Chapter Twenty-Five (#ub95fcb35-c5eb-5353-b97a-1b19285e0a4a)
Chapter Twenty-Six (#u51b49ab3-a4be-58a5-8f5a-b7cc926bc9aa)
Chapter Twenty-Seven (#u9416b6f7-130a-59ab-85f0-011343892b21)
Chapter Twenty-Eight (#u519bea10-6e38-5084-aaa9-0db9e0c20ff8)
Chapter Twenty-Nine (#uc8255849-d728-54a4-8b0c-dd5c022ca054)
Chapter Thirty (#u4afd32a9-6bac-55e7-9ff9-38bf23576237)
Chapter Thirty-One (#u00ae165e-3d29-5009-aeaf-9db08b442835)
Chapter Thirty-Two (#uf65b89e0-2856-53bd-a51d-698ef8b272d5)
Acknowledgements (#u22c1403d-3534-51c9-84e4-929eb6547525)
Chapter One (#ulink_c65683a2-77d7-547f-89a1-ae37998ec78f)
She was nicknamed The Graveyard. Any secret, any piece of confidential information, personal or otherwise, that went in never, ever came back out. You knew you were safe; you knew you would never be judged or, if you were it would be silently, so you’d never know. She was perfectly named with a birth name that meant consistency and fortitude, and she was appropriately nicknamed; she was solid, permanent and steady, stoic but oddly comforting. Which is why visiting her in this place was all the more agonising. And it was agonising, not just mentally challenging; Kitty felt a physical pain in her chest, more specifically in her heart, that began with the thought of having to go, grew with the reality of actually being there, and then worsened with the knowledge that it wasn’t a dream, it wasn’t a false alarm, this was life in its rawest form. A life that had been challenged, and would subsequently be lost, to death.
Kitty made her way through the private hospital, taking the stairs when she could take elevators, making deliberate wrong turns, graciously allowing others to walk before her at every opportunity, particularly if they were patients moving at a snail’s pace with walking frames or wheeling intravenous lines on poles. She was aware of the stares, which were a result of the current crisis she was in, and the fact she had at times walked in circles around the ward. She was attentive to any bit of conversation that any random person wished to have with her, anything and everything that she could do to postpone arriving at Constance’s room. Eventually her delaying tactics could continue no longer as she reached a dead end: a semicircle with four doors. Three doors were open, the occupants of the rooms and their visitors visible from where Kitty stood, though she didn’t need to look inside. Without even seeing the numbers, she knew which room contained her friend and mentor. She was grateful to the closed door for the final delay she had been granted.
She knocked lightly, not fully committing to it, wanting to make the effort to visit but truly hoping she wouldn’t be heard, so she could walk away, so she could always say she’d tried, so she could rest easily, guilt free. The tiny part of her that still clung to rationality knew that this wasn’t realistic, that it wasn’t right. Her heart was pounding, her shoes were squeaking on the floor as she moved from foot to foot, and she felt weak from the smell. She hated that hospital smell. A wave of nausea rushed through her and she breathed deeply and prayed for composure, for the supposed benefits of adulthood to finally kick in so she could get through this moment.
While Kitty was in the process of looking at her feet and taking deep breaths, the door opened and she was faced, unprepared, with a nurse and a shockingly deteriorated Constance. She blinked once, twice, and knew on the third time that she ought to be pretending, that it would not help Constance to see her visitor’s true reaction to her appearance. So she tried to think of something to say and words failed her. There was nothing funny, nothing mundane, nothing even nothing, that she could think of to say to the friend she’d known for ten years.
‘I’ve never seen her before in my life,’ Constance said, her French accent audible despite her living in Ireland for over thirty years. Surprisingly, her voice was still strong and solid, assured and unwavering, as she had always been. ‘Call security and have her removed from the premises immediately.’
The nurse smiled, opened the door wider and then returned to Constance’s side.
‘I can come back,’ Kitty finally said. She turned away but found herself faced with more hospital paraphernalia and so turned again, searching for something normal, something ordinary and everyday that she could focus on that would fool her mind into thinking she wasn’t there in a hospital, with that smell, with her terminally ill friend.
‘I’m almost finished there. I’ll just take your temperature,’ the nurse said, placing a thermometer in Constance’s ear.
‘Come. Sit.’ Constance motioned to the chair beside her bed.
Kitty couldn’t look her in the eye. She knew it was rude, but her eyes kept moving away as though pulled by magnetic force to things that weren’t sick and didn’t remind her of people that were sick, so she busied herself with the gifts in her arms.
‘I brought you flowers.’ She looked around for somewhere to put them.
Constance hated flowers. She always left them to die in their vase whenever anybody attempted to bribe her, apologise to her or simply brighten her office. Despite knowing that, buying them had been a part of Kitty’s procrastination, particularly as there had been an enticing queue before her.
‘Oh dear,’ the nurse said. ‘Security should have told you that flowers aren’t allowed in the ward.’
‘Oh. Well, that’s not a problem, I’ll get rid of them.’ Kitty tried to hide her relief as she stood up to make her escape.
