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A review by bobsvoid
Professor Feelgood by Leisa Rayven
5.0
He's like a thunderstorm and the sweet calm that follows. He's a blazing fire, as well as the smoldering coals. And even when what I feel for him shakes me to my very foundation, I know one thing for certain: I could read every romance novel on earth and still not find a tale as compelling, satisfying, and passionate as the one I'm living.
Wow. Trying to come up with words on how wonderful this story was is difficult. I'm sitting here trying to write a review and I'm speechless. The writing was so good that once I started I couldn't stop. I was unaware of time going by while reading. At one point I was reading page one and suddenly I looked down and I was almost done.
I loved this book for so many different reasons. It had a lot of tropes that I'm a fan of, so that already made it a win. However, what really got me was the explanation of love. Love can be painful. It can tear you to shreds. It can also be the most wonderful feeling you'll ever experience. Reading this story reminded me of the beauty of love because it can be amazing and terrifying.
And that's what true love is. It's not being so perfect you never have problems. Its understanding that no problem will ever be so vast that you can't overcome it together.
Asha is like any woman. She wants her happily ever after but can't seem to find it. She meets nearly perfect men, but they don't fit for her. She's searching for the missing piece of her heart while trying to gain a promotion at her job. She's also crushing hard on an anonymous man who post beautiful poetry online.
Professor Feelgood writes tragic poetry that he's shared with the world. He misses the one woman who made him feel yellow in his world painted grey. He gets a chance to tell his story when propositioned by Asha.
This is a beautiful story about the pains of love and the connection of soulmates. Love doesn't know time or distance.
Desire doesn't care if you want it or not. It just lights up inside you, like a box full of fireworks all going off at once. And sometimes it's like a slow-burning candle, setting fire to all your nerves ending before leaving your body a melted mess of wax.