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4.29 AVERAGE
4.29 AVERAGE
emotional
funny
inspiring
lighthearted
reflective
relaxing
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
emotional
hopeful
inspiring
slow-paced
emotional
lighthearted
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Loveable characters:
Yes
3.5 stars ⭐️ i love a good mariana zapata book and ik im not supposed to do this, but i compared it to her other books and this one just fell a little flat for me. i really liked wall of winnipeg and me and i fucking LOVED from lukov with love so this one? idk it was slow burn which i expected and i love but it just didn’t seem like slow burn romance? just slow? i will say towards the end i felt like it picked up more but i felt like a lot of the book was just me reading a mom’s vlog lol loved louie and josh tho <3
emotional
funny
lighthearted
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
Yes
emotional
lighthearted
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
Nieuw FAVO boek!!!!! Ik wil nu al een re-read 🥹🤍
Zo mooi geschreven, echt de pérfecte slowburn en loooove Lou, Josh, Diana en DALLAS 🤍🤍🤍
-- notes --
Because sometimes, Lou, doing the right thing isn't always considered the best thing for everyone.
As I got older, I realized more and more the things found attractive. Like patience and kindness.
I don't know why somebody lives and somebody else dies, but it happens and nothing you do can change that. You can't feel guilty for being here and him not. That isn't the way it works.
There're some people who you'll never make happy no matter what you do.
Sticks and stones might break your bones but words could also hurt you. A lot.
Josh hugged me like his life depended on it. <3
Real love was gritty. The real kind of love never quit. Someone who loved you would do what's best for you; they'd stand up for you and sacrifice. Someone who loved you would face any inconvenience willingly. You didn't know what love was until someone was willing to give up what they loved the most for you. But it was also never letting them make that choice, either.
"Where's that person who gave me a stare down and asked me if I wanted to be friends with her or if she should fuck off, hmm?"
And I don't know of anyone who hasn't made a stupid fucking decision at some point in their life. You just have to own up to it.
If you fucked up, admit it, learn from it, and move on.
When I'd gone for the bill, Dallas had swept my hand to the side and said, "That's cute."
You can't always wait for someone else to do the right thing when you can do it yourself.
Lou said nothing; he just stood there, not moving. I could sense him.
I sighed, my mouth inches from Dallas's sternum. "Goo, quit being nosey and give me a second, please."
There was a hum and then, "Can I have a hug too?"
You have to care about the other person's feelings enough to not always be right or have your way.
"For how long?" I asked slowly.
"For as long as that calendar will let you."
"Maybe you can take care of yourself, but have you thought for one single fucking second that maybe somebody else might want to take care of you too?" he growled.
It was only with family that you could be so fucking angry, and yet still worry and love them.
You can't help people who don't want to help themselves.
"You can tell me anything."
That was what scared me. It was the truth. I'd always felt like I could tell him anything.
"I know you can take care of yourself, but I want to be there to help you out. I need you more than you need me, and that's okay."
And every single fucking time I saw you after that, you were always hugging somebody. Kissing somebody. Telling them you loved them. I'd go to bed thinking about you and wondering why you were always doing that," he said to me in that low voice, hugging me closer.
"Because I love them and life is short."
All I could think about as I stood there was that sometimes life gave you a tragedy that burned everything you knew to the ground and changed you completely. But somehow, if you really wanted to, you could learn how to hold your breath as you made your way through the smoke left in its wake, and you could keep going. And sometimes, sometimes, you could grow something beautiful from the ashes that were left behind. If you were lucky.
Zo mooi geschreven, echt de pérfecte slowburn en loooove Lou, Josh, Diana en DALLAS 🤍🤍🤍
-- notes --
Because sometimes, Lou, doing the right thing isn't always considered the best thing for everyone.
As I got older, I realized more and more the things found attractive. Like patience and kindness.
I don't know why somebody lives and somebody else dies, but it happens and nothing you do can change that. You can't feel guilty for being here and him not. That isn't the way it works.
There're some people who you'll never make happy no matter what you do.
Sticks and stones might break your bones but words could also hurt you. A lot.
Josh hugged me like his life depended on it. <3
Real love was gritty. The real kind of love never quit. Someone who loved you would do what's best for you; they'd stand up for you and sacrifice. Someone who loved you would face any inconvenience willingly. You didn't know what love was until someone was willing to give up what they loved the most for you. But it was also never letting them make that choice, either.
"Where's that person who gave me a stare down and asked me if I wanted to be friends with her or if she should fuck off, hmm?"
And I don't know of anyone who hasn't made a stupid fucking decision at some point in their life. You just have to own up to it.
If you fucked up, admit it, learn from it, and move on.
When I'd gone for the bill, Dallas had swept my hand to the side and said, "That's cute."
You can't always wait for someone else to do the right thing when you can do it yourself.
Lou said nothing; he just stood there, not moving. I could sense him.
I sighed, my mouth inches from Dallas's sternum. "Goo, quit being nosey and give me a second, please."
There was a hum and then, "Can I have a hug too?"
You have to care about the other person's feelings enough to not always be right or have your way.
"For how long?" I asked slowly.
"For as long as that calendar will let you."
"Maybe you can take care of yourself, but have you thought for one single fucking second that maybe somebody else might want to take care of you too?" he growled.
It was only with family that you could be so fucking angry, and yet still worry and love them.
You can't help people who don't want to help themselves.
"You can tell me anything."
That was what scared me. It was the truth. I'd always felt like I could tell him anything.
"I know you can take care of yourself, but I want to be there to help you out. I need you more than you need me, and that's okay."
And every single fucking time I saw you after that, you were always hugging somebody. Kissing somebody. Telling them you loved them. I'd go to bed thinking about you and wondering why you were always doing that," he said to me in that low voice, hugging me closer.
"Because I love them and life is short."
All I could think about as I stood there was that sometimes life gave you a tragedy that burned everything you knew to the ground and changed you completely. But somehow, if you really wanted to, you could learn how to hold your breath as you made your way through the smoke left in its wake, and you could keep going. And sometimes, sometimes, you could grow something beautiful from the ashes that were left behind. If you were lucky.
emotional
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Complicated
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Complicated