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Summary of Happy Place by Emily Henry
Nestled on the rocky shoreline, a quaint cottage beckons with its
knotty pine floorboards and perpetually open windows. The
invigorating aroma of evergreens and brine wafts in on the
breeze, as white linen drapes sway lazily. Here, amidst this
idyllic setting, I find solace with my cherished friends, Sabrina
and Cleo. Since our fateful encounter at Mattingly College, they
have become my dearest confidantes. It still astounds me that
fate, embodied by an obscure housing committee in Vermont,
united us. Sabrina, a refined Manhattan heiress, and Cleo, an
artistic soul hailing from New Orleans, are improbable
counterparts to a small-town Indiana girl like myself.
On our first night together, Sabrina had us gathered on her bed,
enjoying Clueless on her laptop while munching on a mix of
popcorn and gummy worms. Soon after, she surprised us with
personalized shirts, inspired by our very first inside joke. Our
room in the white building held a special charm, and we
delighted in exploring the campus and indulging in open-
window study sessions with spicy chai and the fragrance of
autumn leaves. Cleo’s exquisite nude painting of Sabrina and me
adorned our door, accompanied by treasured Polaroids capturing
our shared moments.
I tried to prevent the shouting because the subsequent silence
filled me with dread. Yet, my best friends showed me a serene
quietness born from profound understanding and a joyful noise
that celebrated life. It was only when Sabrina took us to her
family’s summer home in Maine that I met Wyn, and everything
changed
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SUMMARY
Happy
Place
Emily Henry
Francis Thomas
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Nestled on the rocky shoreline, a quaint cottage beckons with its
knotty pine floorboards and perpetually open windows. The
invigorating aroma of evergreens and brine wafts in on the
breeze, as white linen drapes sway lazily. Here, amidst this
idyllic setting, I find solace with my cherished friends, Sabrina
and Cleo. Since our fateful encounter at Mattingly College, they
have become my dearest confidantes. It still astounds me that
fate, embodied by an obscure housing committee in Vermont,
united us. Sabrina, a refined Manhattan heiress, and Cleo, an
artistic soul hailing from New Orleans, are improbable
counterparts to a small-town Indiana girl like myself.
On our first night together, Sabrina had us gathered on her bed,
enjoying Clueless on her laptop while munching on a mix of
popcorn and gummy worms. Soon after, she surprised us with
personalized shirts, inspired by our very first inside joke. Our
room in the white building held a special charm, and we
delighted in exploring the campus and indulging in open-
window study sessions with spicy chai and the fragrance of
autumn leaves. Cleo’s exquisite nude painting of Sabrina and me
adorned our door, accompanied by treasured Polaroids capturing
our shared moments.
I tried to prevent the shouting because the subsequent silence
filled me with dread. Yet, my best friends showed me a serene
quietness born from profound understanding, and a joyful noise
that celebrated life. It was only when Sabrina took us to her
family’s summer home in Maine that I met Wyn, and everything
changed
Imagine your happy place, the calming voice suggests. I
envision glimmering blue hues behind closed eyes, inhaling the
scent of wet rocks, rine, sizzling butter, and a touch of lemon.
Laughter fills the air, water slaps against the bluffs, and the
receding tide whispers over sand and stone. Sunlight envelops
everything, warming not just my bare skin but also my soul, as I
gaze at the expansive sky during the plane’s turbulent descent.
With my suitcase in hand, I exit the small airport and instantly
feel like a woman from a tampon commercial—overflowing
with joy, confidence, and readiness for any physical adventure.
This moment has carried me through tough hospital shifts and
sleepless nights. The upcoming week promises delightful
moments of laughter, indulging in creamy lobster rolls and
sipping crisp white wine with my friends. A honk interrupts my
thoughts, and I open my eyes to see Sabrina, a timeless beauty,
holding a poster with a quirky Love Actually reference. We
embrace tightly, cherishing our reunion.
She gives me a stern once-over and asks what’s different. I
mention my new face, and she quickly catches on. We walk
towards the car, enveloped in the scent of Chanel No. 5. I
explain that it wasn’t a medical procedure, but an Etsy spell. She
compliments my appearance, and I express my joy at being
reunited. We share a comfortable silence, reminiscing about our
shared living experience. She throws my suitcase in the car
effortlessly and asks about the flight. I mention it was the same
pilot as last time, and she raises an eyebrow in surprise.
I nod, confirming the pilot’s notoriety for wearing sunglasses on
the back of his head. Sabrina remarks on never seeing him
without them, and I jest about the possibility of him needing an
extra pair of eyes in his neck. We discussed his flying skills,
noting the difference since he got sober. I inquire about his
intercom banter, and Sabrina reminisces about how entertaining
it used to be.
As a resident, I spend most of my time on scut work, but the
moments with attending surgeons and patients linger in my
thoughts. I find comfort in the mundane tasks, and completing
them gives me a sense of control. When Sabrina asks about
Wyn, I stall the conversation, waiting for the right time.
Eventually, I give a partially honest response and Sabrina turns
up the radio.
Sabrina and her extended family have a tradition of resetting the
car radio to her dad’s stations when they visit the cottage. As we
drive, old tunes like Frank Sinatra’s "Summer Wind" fill the air.
The cottage, a magnificent mansion cleverly disguised as a cozy
home, sits atop a cliff, surrounded by a four-car garage and a
guesthouse nestled among moss and trees. Memories of Cleo’s
PowerPoint presentation about a ghosted guy named Brayden
resurface, but Sabrina reminds me his name was Bryant.
Sabrina corrects me, mentioning that Wife Number Two had a
rotating cycle of designer puppies. She won the cousins’ divorce
betting pool, granting us access to the cottage during Lobster
Fest. We thank Cousin Frankie, who now lives on a catamaran
in Ibiza. Sabrina takes my hand and leads me inside, where the
foyer emanates the nostalgic scent of summer in old Maine
houses.
In the kitchen-living room, Cleo’s voice and Parth’s chuckle
reach my ears. Sabrina enters, discarding her shoes and placing
the keys on the console table. Kimmy, Cleo’s girlfriend, rushes
down the hallway, showering me with kisses. Sabrina hints at a
surprise, and together they guide me forward. My heart stops as
I behold Wyn Connor, my fiancé, standing at the marble
breakfast bar. A mix of panic and conflicting emotions
overwhelms me in this unexpected encounter in my cherished
sanctuary.