“A special book that will make you laugh through your tears with its heartfelt take on happiness and friendship.” —Amy E. Reichert, author of The Optimist’s Guide to Letting Go and The Coincidence of Coconut Cake
Annie is stuck. In her boring job, with her irritating roommate, in a life no thirty-five-year-old would want. But deep down, she’s still mourning the terrible loss that tore a hole through her perfect existence. Until she meets the eccentric Polly.
Bright, bubbly, intrusive Polly is determined to wake her new friend up to life. Because if recent events have taught Polly anything, it’s that your time is too short to waste a single day—which is why she wants Annie to join her on a mission…
ONE HAPPY THING EACH DAY. ONE HUNDRED DAYS.
But just as the daily challenge opens Annie up to the possibility of joy—and perhaps even love with the unlikeliest of men—it becomes clear that Polly is about to need her more than ever. And Annie will have to decide once and for all whether letting others in is a risk worth taking.
Told with wry wit and boundless heart, Something Like Happy is an unforgettable tale of celebrating triumphs great and small, seizing the day, and always remembering to live in the moment.
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About the Author
Eva Woods is the author of Something Like Happy and also writes crime fiction as Claire McGowan. She teaches creative writing and has written for Glamour, Grazia, Marie Claire, Stylist, the Irish News and more. Born in Northern Ireland, Eva currently lives in London. Follow her on Twitter, @inkstainsclaire, and visit her website, EvaWoodsAuthor.com.
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Something Like Happy
By Eva Woods
Harlequin Enterprises LimitedCopyright © 2017 Claire McGowan
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DAY ONE: MAKE A NEW FRIEND
No answer. The receptionist carried on clacking the computer keys. Annie tried again. "Excuse me." That was a level-two excuse me — above the one she'd give to tourists blocking the escalator and below the one for someone with their bag on a tube seat. Nothing. "Sorry," she said, taking it to level three (stealing your parking spot; bashing you with an umbrella, etc). "Could you help me, please? I've been standing here for five minutes."
The woman kept clacking. "What?"
"I need to change the address on a patient file. I've already been sent to four different departments."
The receptionist extended one hand, without looking up. Annie gave her the form. "This you?"
"Well, no." Obviously.
"The patient has to change it for themselves."
"Um, well, they can't, actually." Which would be clear if anyone in the hospital ever bothered to read the files.
The form dropped onto the counter. "Can't let another person change it. Data protection."
"But ..." Annie felt, suddenly and horribly, like she might cry. "I need to change it so letters come to my address! She can't read them herself anymore! That's why I'm here. Please! I — I just need it changed. I don't understand how this can possibly be so difficult."
"Sorry." The receptionist sniffed, picked something off one of her nails.
Annie snatched the paper up. "Look, I've been in this hospital for ten hours now. I've been sent around from office to office. Patient Records. Neurology. Outpatients. Reception. Back to Neurology. And no one seems to have the slightest idea how to do this very simple task! I haven't eaten. I haven't showered. And I can't go home unless you just open up your computer and type in a few lines. That's all you have to do."
The receptionist wasn't even looking at her. Clack, clack, clack. Annie felt it swell up in her, the anger, the pain, the frustration. "Will you LISTEN to me?" She reached over and wrenched the computer around.
The woman's eyebrows disappeared into her bouffant hair. "Madam, I'm going to have to call security if you don't —"
"I just want you to look at me when I'm speaking. I just need you to help me. Please." And then it was too late and she was definitely crying, her mouth suddenly filling with bitter salt. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I just — I — really need to change the address."
"Listen, madam." The receptionist was swelling, her mouth opening, no doubt to tell Annie where to go. Then something odd happened. Instead, her face creased into a smile. "Hiya, P."
"He-ey, everything OK here?"
Annie turned to see who was interrupting. In the doorway of the dingy NHS office was a tall woman in all shades of the rainbow. Red shoes. Purple tights. A yellow dress, the color of Sicilian lemons. A green hat. Her amber jewellery glowed orange, and her eyes were a vivid blue. The array of colors was eye-catching, but on this stranger somehow it worked. She leaned towards Annie, touching her arm — Annie flinched. "So sorry, I don't mean to jump in front of you. Just need to quickly make an appointment."
The receptionist was back clacking, this time with a jaunty beat. "Next week do ya?"
"Thanks. Sorry, I've totally queue-jumped!" The rainbow beamed at Annie again. "Is this lovely lady all sorted, Shonda?"
No one had called Annie a lovely lady for a long time. She blinked the tears from her eyes, trying to sound firm. "Well, no, because apparently it's too hard to just change a patient record. I've been to four different offices now."
"Oh, Shonda can do that for you, she has all the secrets of this hospital at her fabulous fingertips." The woman mimed typing. There was a large bruise on the back of one hand, partly covered by taped-on cotton wool.
Shonda was actually nodding, grudgingly. "Alright then. Give it here."
Annie passed the form over. "Can you send care of me please? Annie Hebden." Shonda typed, and within ten seconds, the thing Annie had waited for all day was done. "Um, thanks."
"You're welcome, madam," said Shonda, and Annie could feel her judgement. She'd been rude. She knew she'd been rude. It was just so frustrating, so difficult.
"Brill. Bye, missus." The rainbow woman waved at Shonda, then grabbed Annie's arm again. "Listen. I'm sorry you're having a bad day."
"I — what?"
"You seem like you're having a bad day."
Annie was temporarily speechless. "I'm in the bloody hospital. Do you think anyone here's having a good day?"
The woman looked round at the waiting room behind them — half the people on crutches, some with shaved heads and stricken faces, a shrunken woman sitting in a wheelchair in a hospital gown, bored kids upending the contents of their mums' bags while the mums mindlessly stabbed at phones. "No reason why not."
Annie stepped back, angry. "Listen, thank you for your help — though I shouldn't have needed it, this hospital is a disgrace — but you've no idea why I'm in here."
"So ... I'm going now."
"Do you like cake?"
"What? Of course I — what?"
"Wait a sec." She dashed away. Annie looked at Shonda, who'd gone back to her blank-eyed keyboard stare. She counted to ten — annoyed at herself for even doing that — then shook her head and went out down the corridor, with its palette of despair blue and bile green. Sounds of wheeling beds, flapping doors, distant crying. An old man lay on a gurney, tiny and gray. Thank God she was finally done. She needed to go home, lose herself in the TV, hide under the duvet —
"Wait! Annie Hebden!"
Annie turned. The rainbow woman was running down the corridor — well, more sort of shuffling, out of breath. She held a cupcake aloft, iced with wavy chocolate frosting. "For you," she panted, thrusting it into Annie's hand. Each of her nails was painted a different color.
Annie was speechless for the second time in five minutes. "Why?"
"Because. Cupcakes make everything a little better. Except for type II diabetes, I guess."
"Uh ..." Annie looked at the cake in her hand. Slightly squished. "Thank you?"
"That's OK." The woman licked some rogue frosting off her hand. "Ick, I hope I don't get MRSA. Not that it would make much difference. I'm Polly, by the way. And you're Annie."
"Have a good day, Annie Hebden. Or at least a slightly better one. Remember — if you want the rainbow, you have to put up with the rain." And she waved, and skipped — was it the first time anyone had ever skipped down the Corridor of Doom? — out of sight.
Annie waited for the bus in the rain, that gray soupy rain that Lewisham seemed to specialise in. She thought what a stupid thing it was the woman had said. Rain didn't always lead to rainbows. Usually it just led to soaked socks and your hair in rat-tails. But at least she had somewhere to go. A homeless man sat beneath the bus shelter, water dripping off his head and forming a puddle around his dirty trousers. Annie felt wretched for him, but what could she do? She couldn't help him. She couldn't even help herself.
When the bus came it was rammed, and she stood squeezed between a buggy and a mound of shopping bags, buffeted by every turn. An elderly lady got on, wobbling up the steps with her shopping trolley. As she shuffled down the bus, nobody looked up from their phones to offer her a seat. Annie finally snapped. What was wrong with people? Was there not a shred of decency left in this city? "For God's sake!" she barked. "Could someone let this lady sit down please?" A young man with huge headphones slouched out of his seat, embarrassed.
"No need to take the Lord's name in vain," said the old lady, tutting disapprovingly at Annie as she sat.
Annie stared at her feet, which had left grimy marks on the wet floor of the bus, until she got to her stop.
How did she get here? she wondered. Losing it in public over a change of address? Weeping in front of strangers? Once it would have been her raising her eyebrows as someone else had a meltdown. Offering tissues, and a soothing pat on the arm. She didn't understand what had happened to that person. The one she used to be.
Sometimes it felt to Annie like her life had changed in the blink of an eye. Eyes shut — she was back in her bedroom with Mike on that sunny morning, and everything was good. She was filled with excitement, and hope, and slightly exhausted joy. Perfect. Eyes open — she was here, trudging back to her horrible flat, catching the bus in the rain, lying awake full of dread and misery. One blink, perfect. Two blinks, ruined. But no matter how many times she closed her eyes, it never went back to how it used to be.CHAPTER 2
DAY TWO: SMILE AT STRANGERS
The doorbell was ringing. Annie woke with a jerk, her heart shock-started. What was it? The police again, the ambulance ... but no, the worst had already happened. She sat up, registering that she'd fallen asleep on the sofa again, in the clothes she'd worn to the hospital, and couldn't even remember what she'd been watching on TV. Tattoo Fixers maybe? She liked that. It was always comforting to see there were people who'd made worse decisions than she had.
Riiiinnnngg. She moved aside the blanket Costas must have laid over her. As she stood, crumbs and tissues and a remote control fell out of her clothes. It was as if she'd come home drunk, but drunk on misery, on grief, on anger.
Riiiiinnnnnng! "Alright!" Jesus. What time was it anyway? The TV clock read 9.23 a.m. She had to hurry or she'd miss visiting hours. Costas would have left ages ago to do the breakfast shift, in and out without her even seeing him. A feeling of shame rolled over her — the Annie of two years ago would never have slept in her clothes.
"Annie Hebden!" Annie winced. Through the door chain she could see a blur ofjewel green — it was the strange woman from the hospital. Polly something.
"I've got your hospital letter." A hand appeared in the gap, this time with silver nails, and waved an envelope under Annie's nose. It had her name on it, but a different address. One in a nicer part of town. "You probably got mine," said the woman cheerfully.
Annie looked at the pile of letters on the mat. Bills. A subscription to Gardening Monthly that she really should have cancelled by now. And a bright white envelope addressed to Polly Leonard. "How did that happen?"
"I guess Shonda got mixed up when you changed the address. No harm done."
"So you came all the way here, just to give me this?" It would have taken more than half an hour from Polly's home in Greenwich to Annie's in Lewisham, especially at rush hour.
"Sure. I've never been here before, so I thought why not?"
There were a million reasons why not. The area's soaring crime rates. The monstrosity of the seventies shopping center. The fact they'd been digging up the heart of it for years now, making a traffic-clogged hellhole full of thundering drills and melted tarmac.
"Well. Thanks for bringing it." She stuck Polly's letter out the gap. "Bye then."
Polly didn't budge. "Are you going to the hospital today?"
Every instinct told Annie to lie, but for some reason she didn't. "Oh — yeah. I will be, but —"
"Not exactly." She didn't feel up to explaining.
"I'm going in too. I thought we could travel together."
Annie had been known to stay in the office for an extra twenty minutes some days, just to be sure her colleagues were gone so she wouldn't have to catch the bus with them. "I'm not ready," she said.
"That's OK. I can wait."
"But ... but ... Annie's stupid brain couldn't think of a single reason not to let this annoying, oddly dressed stranger into her home. "I guess. OK then."
"So this is your place." Polly stood in Annie's drab living room like a Christmas tree. Today, she wore what looked like an ankle-length cocktail dress in crème de menthe satin, and underneath it, biker boots. A fake fur jacket and a knitted hat completed the oddly stylish look. The hem of the dress was damp and dirty, as if she'd just walked through Lewisham in the rain.
"I'm not allowed to decorate. Landlord won't let me." The tenth-floor flat still had its depressing MDF floorboards and seventies knobbly walls. It smelled of damp and other people's cooking. "Um — I need to shower. Do you want — you want tea or anything?"
"That's OK. I'll just stay here and read or something." She looked round at the shabby room, the laundry on the rack that had dried all crispy, Annie's over-washed pants and leggings. Polly picked something up from the dusty coffee table. "How to Obtain Power of Attorney. This looks interesting." Was that sarcasm? A slim pamphlet with a depressing stock photo of someone holding an old person's hand. When really getting power of attorney was more like grabbing that old person's hand and tying it to their side before they could hurt themselves. Or someone else.
"Well, OK. I won't be long."
Annie went into the bathroom — rusty mirror, moldering shower curtain — and wondered if she'd gone mad. There was a strange woman in her house and she was just letting it happen. A woman she knew nothing about, who could be crazy, and quite likely was judging by her clothes. Maybe that was why they'd met in the neurological department. Maybe she'd had a blow to the head and it had turned her into a person with no boundaries, who came to your flat and read your depressing private pamphlets.
Annie had the world's quickest wash, what her mum would have called a lick and a polish. For many months after her life fell apart, the shower used to be the place she cried, her fist stuffed in her mouth to muffle the sound. But there was no time for that today, so threw on a near-identical outfit to the one she'd worn yesterday. No point in looking nice. Not for a place where people either were dying, or wished they were.
On her way out — no makeup, wet hair bundled up — she heard voices from the living room. Her heart sank. He must be on a short shift today.
"Annie!" Polly beamed at her as she went in. "I was just meeting your lovely friend here!"
"Hiya, Annie!" Costas waved. Costas was Greek, gorgeous, and had abs you could crack eggs on. He was also twenty-two, had turned Annie's spare room into a festering rubbish dump, and hilariously enough worked in Costa Coffee. At least, he thought it was hilarious.
"He's my flatmate. I need to go now."
"In a minute. Costas brought back some pastries!"
"Boss says I should take away. Still good though!" He was holding open a brown paper bag full of croissants and Danish pastries. He smiled at Polly. "You come to Costa sometime, I make you special Greek coffee. Strong enough to blow off your head!"
Suddenly Annie was angry. How dare this woman come here and lift the lid on Annie's life, the sordid flat, the unwashed dishes? "I'm going now," she said. "Costas, could you wash up your pans? You left green stuff all over the baking dish last night."
"Spanakopita — needs to soak."
"Oh, I love spanakopita!" cried Polly. "I backpacked in Greece when I was eighteen. Kyria!"
"Kyria!" Costas gave her a thumbs up, and his widest white grin. He was always smiling. It was wearing. "Very good, Polly."
Annie put her coat on, as passive-aggressively as she could. "I'll be late."
"Oh! Right, let's split. Lovely to meet you, Costas-Annie'sfriend."
"He's my flatmate," she said, opening the door crossly. She wasn't entirely sure why.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the bus will now stop to change drivers. It will take ... er ... we don't know."
The carriage filled with a gust of sighs. "I'll definitely be late now," muttered Annie, to no one in particular.
"Bloody wasters," grumbled an elderly man next to her, who was wearing a hairy suit that smelled strongly of damp. "Two pound a journey for this. Lining their pockets, they are."
Polly said, "Well, it gives us a chance to look around." Annie and the man exchanged a quick incredulous glance. The view out the window was of a large Tesco's and a patch of waste ground with a burnt-out car on it. "Or chat," Polly went on. "Where are you off to, sir?"
"Funeral," he grunted, leaning on his stick.
"I'm sorry. Friend of yours?"
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Annie is a depressed thirty-something loner who just wants to get through another day at her awful office job, then to the hospital to visit her mother with dementia, and then back to her tiny, damp flat and avoid her happy gay Greek roommate to watch more TV doctor dramas, only to wake up the next day to her same, empty routine. She never expected Polly, a vivacious blonde about the same age with a brain tumor which she’s named Bob, to shove her way into Annie’s life with a chocolate cupcake and an absurd 100 days of happiness challenge. Polly is a regular at the hospital where Annie visits her mother, and has the surly, Scottish Dr. Max who lives on Twix bars show her that Polly’s tumor means she only has about three months left to live. So live each day she will, even if it means jumping in fountains, having a nude portrait done, or adopting a puppy from a terrifying man. Polly has no fear or hardly even any inhibitions, which is perfect for the reticent Annie, who has long needed to stop crying over her life’s tragedies and letting those define all that she is. With Polly’s help, her brother George, the roommate, and even the cautious Dr. Max, Annie and Polly begin an adventure toward 100 days of happiness, even in small ways, and even when chased by the greatest griefs a person can experience. Something Like Happy is uproariously funny and heart-wrenchingly tragic, inspiring tears and laughter, and encouraging us all to find small ways to make ourselves, and those we’re accustomed to not even see, somewhat happier. For discussion questions, similar books, and a themed recipe for Chocolate Cupcakes with Chocolate and Caramel Frosting, visit Hub Pages.com.
This book was a great read, very engaging and I couldn’t put it down. Loved the characters and look forward to her next book!
What a delightful book to open your eyes to experience life and to appreciate every day like it is your last. That is just what Annie needed from Polly. This book had me wanting to get up and find new ways to be happy. A pleasurable read at the beach!
This story struck a cord with me and resonated with my soul. Both main characters have had horrible, awful, very bad things happen to them and they have very different approaches to dealing with their lives. The story shows us that there are ways to improve each day, to find small bits of happiness even among the darkest days. The book is full of life lessons and ways that we can make each day a little better, for ourselves and for the people we encounter each day. *Spoiler alert* - The book was a bit hard for me to get through because the main character has lost a baby at a young age and I just recently had a baby two weeks ago. Her loss of the baby was a lot for me to handle and gave me minor panic attacks thinking about losing my own child. I’m glad I powered through (skimming parts where the baby was mentioned) but I want other reads to be aware in case that might be a trigger for them.
Annie meets Polly in the hospital where Polly is dying from a brain tumor. Annie's life is miserable and Polly challenges her to 100 days of happiness. Annie goes along because Polly is not one you can ignore. They go on adventures and life changes for both of them. I loved this book! I laughed. I cried. I felt happy and uplifted. Polly and Annie were great characters. They played off each other so well. The secondary characters were well drawn also. You knew who they were and what their lives were like. Going into the story I knew the ending would be sad but I would not have missed reading this book. It is wonderful, a keeper.
Check out the full review at Kritters Ramblings Annie Hebden has had a lot happen in her life and she hasn't recovered from any of it as it keeps piling on. The current drama is the dissolution of her marriage and her mother in the hospital for early on set dementia, it is in the hospital where she meets Polly who is a patient and will completely change her life. With the help of Polly, Annie is challenged to do a 100 days of happiness challenge where each day she either does something or finds happiness in something each day. I loved how the book was edited with long and short chapters each with a title of what Annie did or how she found happiness in that day and the short or long snippet of that day.
"Remember - if you want the rainbow, you have to put up with the rain." Something Like Happy by Eva Woods brings to life the thoughts and heart for living life to the fullest. What would you do if you had 100 days to live? The main characters, Annie and Polly embark on this experience in doing at least one thing a day that makes them happy. Skeptical at first, Annie finds herself as her friendship with Polly grew. ". . . it's possible to be happy and enjoy life, even if things seem awful." Touching in more ways than one, Something Like Happy isn't just a story, it digs deep into our hearts for what scares us, what we want and what it is that we really need. "Sometimes, you could hold it together in front of everyone you knew, but it was the kindness of strangers that cut you right to the bone." When you do, don't be afraid like Annie or in denial like Polly, but take that first step. "A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step." In all, filled with smart, witty humor and characters that makes you laugh, smile and a whole lot of other impressions, don't miss Something Like Happy. For my clean readers, please note there are slight profanity in this book. This review first appeared on Just Commonly blog. Disclaimer: I received an ARC of this book from the author/publisher. I was not required to write a positive review, and have not been compensated for this. This is my honest opinion. Please note, quotes were taken from an ARC, and therefore an uncorrected proof copy. Please refrain from sharing these quotes unless first verified with release copy. Thank you.
Eva Woods hit a home run with Something Like Happy. It had me in a snare unable to free myself from its grasp until the conclusion, though the end, I must admit was the most distressing portion since never before had I gotten this entwined with characters in a book. Throughout the book, the author has a lot of talent at tinkering with the reader's emotions. Consequently, as you follow along with Annie and Polly on their 100 days of happiness you go through an intense gamut of emotions from fear, anger, sadness, joy, and of course happiness. Furthermore, the ingenious way the characters are written you feel as if you have known them your whole life. You will have a ball reading about the numerous Laugh out loud whirlwind of adventures they tackled. The books set up is clever with each chapter being a day in the 100 days of happiness, no more no less. Additionally, with a wonderful plot, explicitly contemporary, and original as they get. I found the author to be creative in more ways than one. Hence, proficient creativity in her wording, ideas, and much more. Whereas, I was surprised by the number of lessons regarding life that I not only learned but intend to implement into my own. I have each important page marked with a tab, underlined, and notes in the margins. Therefore, I definitely will be rereading this book. For me, it was a fiction self-help book the only type I could stand. There was one flaw that had to do when Polly needed assistance with her breathing. Where the author went wrong was using a ventilator with a mask for Noninvasive ventilation instead of a BIPAP Machine which is what is used to give positive airway pressure with a mask. Whereas, ventilators are used when a patient is intubated or has an endotracheal tube. Why do I know this? I happen to be a Respiratory Therapist. Probably the only reader who even noticed this was me.
I was really intrigued by the inspiration for Eva Woods' new novel Something Like Happy. I hadn't heard about the #100happydays challenge before this. (You can find out more at the website and on Twitter.) In Something Like Happy, we meet Annie - who is definitely not happy. Her mother is ill, she hates her job, lives in a grubby flat, her marriage has broken up and there's a tragedy in her past that has crippled her moving forward. A chance meeting with Polly, a woman who is dying, changes her life. Polly has been given three months to live - and she has decided to not to waste a single day or opportunity - and to touch and involve as many people as she can in feeling happy. Every day for 100 days. "I don't want to just...go through the motions of dying. I want to really try and change things. I have to make some kind of mark, you see, before I disappear forever. I want to show it's possible to be happy and enjoy life even if things seem awful." It's impossible not to like Polly as her enthusiasm is infectious. On the flip side, it's very hard to celebrate each day as she does, knowing that she literally has one hundred days left. Doubly hard if you know someone who is terminally ill. But the message at the heart of the book is important. We truly do need to find something or someone to enjoy every day - whatever that may be. Happy is different for everyone. Annie was a great foil for Polly. When we meet her, she is grumpy, depressed and simply existing. And although the reader is pretty sure how things will progress, her 'transformation' is still a pleasure to follow. I enjoyed the supporting cast, especially Costas, Annie's lodger. Dr. McGrumpy is a close second. He's also the romantic lead in Something Like Happy. Woods takes some literary license with some of her plotting. Many scenes and developments take place in the hospital. And in 'real life' many of them just wouldn't happen. (Such as sharing other patient's diagnosis with volunteers) As with the romance, these plotlines have the feel of a chick lit read. Something Like Happy is a double edged read. On one hand it's a feel-good, inspirational read. On the other, it is tinged with sadness and will have the reader perhaps recalling loss in their own lives. But, I think the takeaway will be inspirational as well. Even if you don't formally participate in the challenge, the idea of finding something to be happy for every day is a worthwhile goal. "The thing about happiness, Annie - sometimes it's in the contrasts. Hot bath on a cold day. Cool drink in the sun. That feeling when your car almost skids on the ice for a second and you're fine - it's hard to appreciate things unless you know what it's like without them.
I went through so many emotions reading this book. There was sadness, hope, funny, and joy. The idea of a person dying from brain cancer yet making the most of every day she has left is not a normal book topic. Cancer is a taboo subject and I love how Eva Wood’s managed to take such a taboo subject and turn it into an uplifting and moving subject. It is sad, yet Polly manages to make such a difference in the world during her few short days she has left. Annie, what a Debbie Downer, yet she understood Polly’s outlook. They didn’t agree for a lot of the book yet they were truly best friends. I liked that they called each other out, trying to outdo each other in the pity department at times, and always had each other’s backs in the short time they knew each other. Something Like Happy is a book that the reader will finish and sit and think about what they had just read. There are so many life lessons to be learned in the book. Friendships, relationships, living life to the fullest, and being open to what is coming for you. As Annie and Polly said you are dying every day so live life to the fullest, as if you were dying. Thank you Katie Olsen at Little Bird Publicity and NetGalley for a copy of the book in exchange for an honest review.