"I want the bus driver to turn the bus around and I want to spend the rest of my days in a whirlwind of the last few days. Of flirting. Of laughing. Of ridding the world of evil. Of folk songs. Of piggybacks. Of hip-hop dancing. Of foolishness.And most of all, of forgetting.I look past them to where Will and his friends are sitting, and he catches my eye for a moment and smiles. It’s a weird smile, but it reaches his eyes and I bottle it. And I put it in my ammo pack that’s kept right next to my soul. The one that holds Mia’s scent and Justine’s spirit and Siobhan’s hope and Tara’s passions. Because if I’m going to wake up one morning and not be able to get out of bed, I’m going to need everything I’ve got to fight this bastard of a disease that could be sleeping inside of me." And that is when I fell for this book.Saving Francesca is not perfect and it's definitely not the best contemporary I’ve ever read. The first half seemed like such a pain that I actually made a things-that-annoy-me list in my head. Then I turned a page and saw those lines and... fell in love. Just like that.You see, up until that point, I had it all wrong.Saving Francesca was never about Francesca.It was about... the small things that turn out to be big. Or the bad things that turn out to be good. How the tiny details are what you miss the most, or how the silliest of conversations is what you hold most dear, or how the unlikeliest of people become the best of friends.So while this book started off on a not-so-impressive note, what matters is how it turned out in the end.Which is, that I went from scoffing at the drama to crying at it's authenticity.Lovely writing, real characters, heartfelt conversations and a bittersweet ending - Saving Francesca was well worth my time.3.5Buddy read with Komal.