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Chapters (52)
  1. COVER PAGE
  2. DEDICATION
  3. PART ONE
  4. ONE
  5. TWO
  6. THREE
  7. FOUR
  8. FIVE
  9. SIX
  10. SEVEN
  11. EIGHT
  12. NINE
  13. TEN
  14. ELEVEN
  15. TWELVE
  16. THIRTEEN
  17. FOURTEEN
  18. FIFTEEN
  19. SIXTEEN
  20. SEVENTEEN
  21. EIGHTEEN
  22. PART TWO
  23. NINETEEN
  24. TWENTY
  25. TWENTY-ONE
  26. TWENTY-TWO
  27. TWENTY-THREE
  28. TWENTY-FOUR
  29. TWENTY-FIVE
  30. TWENTY-SIX
  31. TWENTY-SEVEN
  32. TWENTY-EIGHT
  33. TWENTY-NINE
  34. THIRTY
  35. THIRTY-ONE
  36. THIRTY-TWO
  37. THIRTY-THREE
  38. THIRTY-FOUR
  39. THIRTY-FIVE
  40. THIRTY-SIX
  41. THIRTY-SEVEN
  42. THIRTY-EIGHT
  43. THIRTY-NINE
  44. FORTY
  45. FORTY-ONE
  46. FORTY-TWO
  47. FORTY-THREE
  48. FORTY-FOUR
  49. FORTY-FIVE
  50. FORTY-SIX
  51. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  52. ABOUT THE AUTHORS

‘The number one kiss of all time, from any movie ever, is … Bridget Jones and Mark Darcy kissing in the snow at the end of Bridget Jones’s Diary. She’s in her knickers, he’s looking as handsome as ever. They kiss as Van Morrison’s “Someone Like You” plays in the background, which, in my humble opinion, is just the perfect song. Plus, the kiss is romantic, it’s sweet, it’s not too over-the-top, and it always gives me butterflies,’ Evie said dreamily. ‘Some of you may know that it’s actually filmed just near the Globe Tavern in Borough Market, where Bridget’s one-bedroom flat was. How she could afford that place, god knows. But, picturing those two love birds getting off never fails to cheer me up,’ Evie said, remembering all the times she’d watched the film following an argument with a boyfriend or when she’d felt at a loss with her career or just life in general.

‘And there you have it, listeners of Pasta La Vista, lovers of films and carbs, the top five kisses of all time, as ranked by an expert on tonsil tennis,’ Ben said seriously. He held a straight face until they’d switched off their mics, then they both burst out laughing.

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Later that evening, despite finally having been able to live out her podcast dreams, Evie returned home feeling a kind of heaviness. And it wasn’t just the one and a half bowls of creamy gnocchi weighing her down.

Peeling off her clothes and pulling on the silk kimono gown Hugo had brought back from his last trip to Italy, Evie slipped into bed and curled up under the covers. Their super-king bed felt enormous when she was alone; the empty space stretching out on either side of her seemed to mock her. Feeling unusually nostalgic about the early days of their relationship, she’d tried calling Hugo on her way home, but it was still too early in LA.

Evie got up and found her worn copy of Henrietta’s Gift on the bookshelf, then returned to their bed, fluffed the pillows behind her and settled back against the headboard. She’d nearly finished her third re-read, trying to re-familiarise herself with every word so she could continue to help Hugo with his adaptation.