Hopeless by Colleen Hoover
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Damn.
I . . .
It’s like. . . . because . . . and . . . Well, you see. . .
I . . . Damn.
Just . . . damn.
I’ve been rendered incapable of speech beyond cursing again. I’m not even sure why I keep writing book reviews when I have so few concise, interesting, and logical statements to contribute to the process lately.
All I can think about is how strange it is when all the right words come into my life like a gift, in a neatly packaged novel, but in return, I have no words to give back. It’s as if after reading something so intense and profound, I have nothing left to contribution to the conversation but emotions, which apparently I can only express with profanity.
So *!*%$ *
And &*^#$ *
Because *#$&*&*
