Summer Rose is perfect. She has it all; the genius, the beauty, the family and romance, and even though this hasn't always been the case, the friends. Her life is protected by the plot armour of the shitty romance book that's doomed her to teenage angst and love triangles, but nothing outside of the slow-burn and gentle pining of her idyllic life in the English countryside. I both hate and love her story. But then I wake up in it.