I’ve been palpitating with excitement at the thought of the upcoming Netflix adaptation of One Day. This is partly because when I first read David Nicholls' book in 2009, I was gripped by the same mania for it as everyone else – a mania that pushed it to million-copy-mega-bestseller status within just a year or so of its publication.
That summer it was the book everyone talked about, recommended and read on the tube – I was newly graduated and interning at Vogue where one of the editors told me that you were nobody unless you travelled with a copy of One Day tucked under your arm.
