Review: Don't You Forget About Me by Mhairi McFarlane

Don't You Forget About Me by Mhairi McFarlane

Blurb from Goodreads:

Sunday Times bestselling author Mhairi McFarlane delivers a funny, romantic novel perfect for fans of Josie Silver or Sally Thorne, and anyone who loves Bridget Jones!

You always remember your first love... don’t you?

If there’s anything worse than being fired from the worst restaurant in town, it’s coming home early to find your boyfriend in bed with someone else. Reeling from the humiliation of a double dumping in one day, Georgina takes the next job that comes her way—bartender in a newly opened pub. There’s only one problem: it’s run by the guy she fell in love with years ago. And—make that two problems—he doesn’t remember her. At all. But she has fabulous friends and her signature hot pink fur coat... what more could a girl really need?

Lucas McCarthy has not only grown into a broodingly handsome man, but he’s also turned into an actual grown-up, with a thriving business and a dog along the way. Crossing paths with him again throws Georgina’s rocky present into sharp relief—and brings a secret from her past bubbling to the surface. Only she knows what happened twelve years ago, and why she’s allowed the memories to chase her ever since. But maybe it’s not too late for the truth... or a second chance with the one that got away? 

My Review:
I have to admit that, solely based on the cover, I wasn't expecting this to be quite so thoughtful.  That being said, I love this book!  I honestly hadn't read anything by this author before and I am kicking myself for that fact. But the good news is that now I get to go read her backlist.  This definitely is very British but I couldn't necessarily compare it to any other authors.  I loved the story, the second-chance romance, the characters ... truly, everything. 

Don't You Forget About Me comes out next month on September 10, 2019, you can purchase HERE!  I loved this so much and highly recommend it!!

Did I have him, even fleetingly? Only my diary stands as proof, yet I can't bear to look at it. It lives at the bottom of my bra drawer, always close and yet forever untouched.