A review by wortfluesterin
The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid

emotional funny hopeful sad medium-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

5.0

"Imagine if every single woman on the planet wanted something in exchange when she gave up her body. You'd all be ruling this place. An armed populace. Only men like me would stand a chance against you. and that's the last thing those assholes want, a world run by people like you and me"

I don't know where to start with this book. When I bought it I was expecting an interesting story about how Evelyn got her seven husbands and how it shaped her carrier. What I didn't expect was a love story that ripped out my heart three (THREE) times and didn't care about how much it hurt.
What I didn't expect was an empowering story about a bisexual woman who did not need to apologize for it and who always got what she wanted.
What I did not expect was to be crying and sobbing wishing that it would not end that way that this story might have a happy ending, an ending I would be happy with. BUt of course, I already knew that everyone Evelyn had ever loved died. It didn't make it easier.
I have no idea how Hollywood in the '50s was and I never cared for it but If this story tells a believable story then it hurts so much more.

Look, this is the Bi rep I was waiting for. I keep a list actually with bi rep in media I read and watch and so much of it isn't in the "good" category or I simply don't like it because they portray it horribly (especially when it comes to pieces showing the past). But this I can put in the "good" category and keep dearly to my heart. 

Will I be rereading this book in the near future? ABSOLUTELY NOT. it would hurt too much but not the kind of hurt I enjoy. The hurt I would read all over again once the book is over. No, this is the kind of hurt that breaks me apart and leaves a hole in my chest until I can ignore it. And maybe in a year or two when I don't remember how bad this hurt I will pick up this book again and let it destroy me again.