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samflowerv6 's review for:
Beach Read
by Emily Henry
emotional
funny
hopeful
lighthearted
reflective
sad
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
Complicated
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Complicated
Every word touched my soul. I love Gus and January so much.
“When I watch you sleep," he said shakily, "I feel overwhelmed that you exist.”
“I’ve never met someone who is so perfectly my favorite person.”
“If you think the story has a sad ending, it's because it's not over yet.”
“He fit so perfectly in the love story I'd imagined for myself that I mistook him for the love of my life.”
“And that was the moment I realized: when the world felt dark and scary, love could whisk you off to go dancing; laughter could take some of the pain away; beauty could punch holes in your fear. I decided then that my life would be full of all three.”
“When you love someone,” he said haltingly, “. . . you want to make this world look different for them. To give all the ugly stuff meaning, and amplify the good. That’s what you do. For your readers. For me. You make beautiful things, because you love the world, and maybe the world doesn’t always look how it does in your books, but . . . I think putting them out there, that changes the world a little bit. And the world can’t afford to lose that.”
“When I watch you sleep," he said shakily, "I feel overwhelmed that you exist.”
“I’ve never met someone who is so perfectly my favorite person.”
“If you think the story has a sad ending, it's because it's not over yet.”
“He fit so perfectly in the love story I'd imagined for myself that I mistook him for the love of my life.”
“And that was the moment I realized: when the world felt dark and scary, love could whisk you off to go dancing; laughter could take some of the pain away; beauty could punch holes in your fear. I decided then that my life would be full of all three.”
“When you love someone,” he said haltingly, “. . . you want to make this world look different for them. To give all the ugly stuff meaning, and amplify the good. That’s what you do. For your readers. For me. You make beautiful things, because you love the world, and maybe the world doesn’t always look how it does in your books, but . . . I think putting them out there, that changes the world a little bit. And the world can’t afford to lose that.”
Content Warnings
Minor: Grief