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A review by kamrynkoble
The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid
5.0
The next time I’m asked about a “perfect book,” I may just have to say this one.
I’m not sure why it took me so long to finally read this, but once I started, it enthralled me. I didn’t skim at all. That doesn’t happen for me. Each night, I looked forward to reading this. Always after midnight, always for at least 50 pages. At the end, I was so impressed that this book managed to pack so much punch. I’ve read novels with hundreds more pages, and yet this was entirely effective.
I loved the formatting. Past, present, the sections for the husbands, the gossip columns. Perfection. The setup is a work of genius, and it wouldn’t have been half as compelling if it told the tale of Evelyn’s life chronologically.
This was my first note:
Why is this so engaging? Evelyn should seem vapid and self-centered, but she’s alluring. I want her to get what she wants, even if she doesn’t seem likable. She’s tantalizing.
I really wish I knew what made Evelyn such a good character, because I would bottle it up and hoard it on my shelf. The protagonist of my own story shares her name, and I hope it gives her just a bit of what makes this Evelyn so well-written.
Man, I cried. I cried for this wretched woman and her fake life, so badly I had to scrub my eyes to even keep reading. I loved the twist at the end. It was inevitable, but I didn’t predict it.
I should have. I really should have. I even kept asking myself why Monique was connected to her. But alas, I still had to pause and put the book down. I love a book that demands I put it down.
I love this. I truly do. If you haven’t picked it up yet, find a copy immediately. Maybe it’s my lingering Marilyn Monroe obsession, maybe it’s my tender college emotions surfacing. Either way, I cherish this story.
I’m not sure why it took me so long to finally read this, but once I started, it enthralled me. I didn’t skim at all. That doesn’t happen for me. Each night, I looked forward to reading this. Always after midnight, always for at least 50 pages. At the end, I was so impressed that this book managed to pack so much punch. I’ve read novels with hundreds more pages, and yet this was entirely effective.
I loved the formatting. Past, present, the sections for the husbands, the gossip columns. Perfection. The setup is a work of genius, and it wouldn’t have been half as compelling if it told the tale of Evelyn’s life chronologically.
This was my first note:
Why is this so engaging? Evelyn should seem vapid and self-centered, but she’s alluring. I want her to get what she wants, even if she doesn’t seem likable. She’s tantalizing.
I really wish I knew what made Evelyn such a good character, because I would bottle it up and hoard it on my shelf. The protagonist of my own story shares her name, and I hope it gives her just a bit of what makes this Evelyn so well-written.
Man, I cried. I cried for this wretched woman and her fake life, so badly I had to scrub my eyes to even keep reading. I loved the twist at the end. It was inevitable, but I didn’t predict it.
I should have. I really should have. I even kept asking myself why Monique was connected to her. But alas, I still had to pause and put the book down. I love a book that demands I put it down.
I love this. I truly do. If you haven’t picked it up yet, find a copy immediately. Maybe it’s my lingering Marilyn Monroe obsession, maybe it’s my tender college emotions surfacing. Either way, I cherish this story.