A review by roksyreads
Dear Rosie, by S.J. Tilly

emotional funny hopeful sad medium-paced
  • Plot- or character-driven? A mix
  • Strong character development? Yes
  • Loveable characters? Yes
  • Diverse cast of characters? No
  • Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes

5.0

~Synopsis~
At just eight years old, Rosie lost everything: her only friend, her safe space—her hope. When her best friend moved away, her life turned into a living hell. Yet she survived, breaking free and making a life for herself, all whilst trying to forget about Nathan Waller even as his name and face are splashed across the screens as his NFL career takes off. And she almost succeeded. Until the man himself turned up on her client’s doorstep. Her old friend and unwitting confidant. Her Nathan. Except Nate Waller—now a retired football star—doesn’t recognise her. The only thing Nate knows is that he needs to get his hands on the curvy little redhead catering his best friend’s event. But when she moans his full name, it all comes rushing back. Twenty-five years have passed, but in that moment, Nate recognises his childhood friend. His Rosie. And this time, he’s not letting her go.

~Review~
I was lucky enough to have a local public holiday for Dear Rosie,’s release day and I took full advantage. I can count the number of books I’ve read cover to cover in a session (with brief breaks to stretch, et cetera) on one hand, and Dear Rosie, has joined those ranks. Featuring an emotional second chance, friends- to strangers- to-lovers romance, I was hooked from start to finish—from the heartbreaking moment FMC Rosie and MMC Nathan lost touch in their childhood all the way to their HEA. And even though I thought I was prepared for the utter turmoil that S.J. warned us about… reader, I can tell you honestly that I absolutely was not. I haven’t cried that much or that hard whilst reading since I read the last few chapters of The Song of Achilles back in 2019. The emotional punch was so strong, it gave me my first ever book hangover. And it was worth every teary second.