Dear Colleen Hoover,
You repeatedly rip my heart out, but l forgive you, since you do it so beautifully, in a way that makes me ache for everything I don’t have, already lost, or never have found.
On the 1-10 f-bomb scale of cursing, unintelligible book reviews, this gets a 12. I read it straight through without pausing to do life at all. Because it felt like life, and I needed to believe in something more than the ugliness of my disappointing day. So I believed in this story, and it rewarded me with honesty, the kind that aches in all the best and worst kinds of ways.
I butterflying loved it. I didn’t think the second could be as good as the first, but it is a whole new level of awesome.
It makes me crave things I don’t even think I want. Good luck sorting that out. I’m in such a book haze I’m not even sure I know what I mean.
Delicious like the first two. 🙂