You need to sign in or sign up before continuing.
Take a photo of a barcode or cover
A review by lilybear
An Exaltation of Larks by Suanne Laqueur
5.0
The is a deep, gut-wrenching tale of love and all that it means. Family you're born with, family you make, lust, companionship, learning to expect nothing in return, and the deep burning gashes of a love swept away.
"The people who should've kept you safe put you in danger. The ones who should've known and loved you threw you away. I don't understand how because you're so good."
I was shocked at the level of depth put into the characters and their feelings. They felt like real people with profound moments and vulnerabilities. I nearly cried my eyes out and wanted desperately to hug Alex and Javi. Or as I call them my sad boys.
After reading the first part I was red eyed and in desperate need of more Kleenex. But as the book progressed and I felt the plot (much like life) reach a stagnant rhythm by comparison. A big part of it was that I very much fell in love with Javi. A tormented, lonely Adonis of a Latino lost in a haze of darkness and sex. Unfortunately for me this book was about more than Javi. And we journey with other characters like Val as they find happiness. Because I was so invested in Javi that it made it hard to care about other characters like Deanne and Val, who were basically average American girls with no dire problems unlike the tortured soul of my Latino Adonis Javi. By the end of this book I was nothing put a pile of scab wounds longing for Javi's happiness which seemed forever out of reach. I give this book top marks for making me cry and feel so very much, but I will forever hold qualms and frustration over the long years of loneliness of my #1 sad boy, Javi.
"The people who should've kept you safe put you in danger. The ones who should've known and loved you threw you away. I don't understand how because you're so good."
I was shocked at the level of depth put into the characters and their feelings. They felt like real people with profound moments and vulnerabilities. I nearly cried my eyes out and wanted desperately to hug Alex and Javi. Or as I call them my sad boys.
After reading the first part I was red eyed and in desperate need of more Kleenex. But as the book progressed and I felt the plot (much like life) reach a stagnant rhythm by comparison. A big part of it was that I very much fell in love with Javi. A tormented, lonely Adonis of a Latino lost in a haze of darkness and sex. Unfortunately for me this book was about more than Javi. And we journey with other characters like Val as they find happiness. Because I was so invested in Javi that it made it hard to care about other characters like Deanne and Val, who were basically average American girls with no dire problems unlike the tortured soul of my Latino Adonis Javi. By the end of this book I was nothing put a pile of scab wounds longing for Javi's happiness which seemed forever out of reach. I give this book top marks for making me cry and feel so very much, but I will forever hold qualms and frustration over the long years of loneliness of my #1 sad boy, Javi.