
Today I watched one of my all time favourite movies - You’ve Got Mail.
Don’t laugh.
I love it.
And everytime I watch it, it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside and, for a blissful few minutes after it ends, I believe that there’s someone perfect out there for everyone.
Then I wake up.
Not that I don’t truly believe that. I do. I’m just afraid that I’ll never find that person. I haven’t even come close yet.
And, as my mother pointed out last week, it doesn’t matter where or when I meet this person because if they don’t fit into my plan exactly where they’re supposed to, then I don’t want them. They’ve messed it all up and it’s not meant to be.
No one’s ruining my fairy tale. There will be a happy ending. But only where I want it to be.
THE END
But what I LOVE about You’ve Got Mail is Meg Ryan’s bookshop.
Part of me wants to open up a children’s bookshop just like it. And maybe one day I will. Once I’ve done everything else I want to of course.






Do you remember when you were a kid and could snuggle up with a good book? Everything around you disappeared. Nothing mattered but that book, those words. Hours could pass and you wouldn’t notice. And every time you finished one, you were disappointed because it was the best book you’d ever read and you never wanted it to end.
And the BEST best books were the ones you could read over and over, yet still get that feeling.

Kids don’t read enough these days… or maybe I read too much.
Anyways, I love that “Anyone At All” by Carole King plays over the credits at the end of You’ve Got Mail.
Funny how I feel more myself with you
Than anybody else that I ever knew
I hear it in your voice, see it in your face
You’ve become the memory I can’t erase
You could have been anyone at all
A stranger falling out of blue
I’m so glad it was you
Wasn’t in the plan not that I could see
Suddenly a miracle came to me
Safe within your arms I can say what’s true
Nothing in the world I would keep from you
You could have been anyone at all
An old friend calling out of blue
I’m so glad it was you
Words can hurt you if you let them
People say them and forget them
Words can promise words can lie
But your words make me feel like I can fly
You could have been anyone at all
And let that catches me when I fall
I’m so glad it was you
Ain’t that sweet?