I guess I am emotional this week and needed a book to blame for it, so I grabbed this favorite comfort book. Actually, this is the 3rd CoHo book I’ve read this week. Potentially it is time for someone to do an intervention, but since there is a pandemic occurring, nobody else has had to witness all my ugly sobs. So onward.
So I had a bad day and needed a comfort book. The previous review still stands.
Book 168 read in 2018
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.
This is my 3rd or 4th time reading this one, and I apparently completely blocked out the trauma and focused on the sweet, as it still caught me by surprise.
Book 169 read in 2018
This one has a strong thread of humor, and I love getting Will’s POV.
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.
A charming trip down memory lane. Someone else’s memory lane. I enjoy all the moments. So many different emotions.
Book 170 read in 2018
Delicious like the first two. 🙂