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A review by annan0710
Confess by A. Zavarelli
2.0
2.25-2.5ish stars. i think i lost all hope in A. Zavarelli being a favorite author of mine. i loved Crow and Reaper from the Boston Underground Series but this book? a whole mess. i am very mad because this book messed with my feelings so spoilers and profanities ahead but i’ll try to keep it at a minimum.
since the beginning, the dynamic between the two main characters were off. H was trying to fix h, forcing her to adopt habits of frugalness. H did not let her touch any of her clothes she bought but made her wear cheap and basic clothing (which i wouldn’t be mad about the price of clothes but H made her change her ways to basically teach her a lesson.) H acted like a dad to her. with the 17 year age gap between them, i felt like i was witnessing an incestuous relationship. H was making her sit in a CORNER as a time out when she was rude. H took away her phone and quote-on-quote “grounded” her, not letting her go out, giving her a bedtime and taking away her stuff. H treated her like a literal child, like HIS child and it just made me sick to my stomach
that lasted for about 30-45% of the book, but once it got passed that, it was better. the connection was better when H didn’t treat h like his child and actually treated her like an adult. the spicy scenes were okay, they seemed to be getting along better and it was cute at times. i liked that H opened up to h about his life and trusted her enough to know his secrets but he failed to mention his deteriorating health due to his cancer.
then because of his cancer, H died in the hospital and h never got to say she loves him and that she is pregnant. at this point of the book, i was SOBBING. i’m a sensitive soul so just by reading about death, i automatically sob. i was crying so much, like tears running down my face just because of the thought of h having to raise this baby by herself and the H not wanting to progress his medical treatment for his cancer because he wanted to die to be reunited with his dead son (who died years ago before he met h). basically choosing his dead son over his wife and unborn baby (even though he didn’t know about the h’s pregnancy, it still hurt me ok?) i literally cried so much and just reading about h mourning the lost of the love of her life was torturous to read because i always cry if i read about death. at this point, i was questioning A. Zavarelli because she never writes about sad stories. she doesn’t write about death... and there was another like 30% of the book left. there was still so many chapters left so i kind of thought to myself, H couldn’t be dead, right?
well, i was correct. H did not die. apparently someone tried to kill him in the hospital so he went into hiding. FOR 6 WHOLE FUCKING MONTHS. then H comes back when h is 8 months pregnant with his child and H accuses h of trying to MURDER HIM. but of course she didn’t because she mourned his death so immensely. apparently someone set h up to make it seem like h tried to kill her own husband, H. i just hated how H did not believe her when she said she didn’t try to murder him. like EXCUSE ME, she’s 8 months pregnant, carrying your child, but you don’t believe her when she says she didn’t try to kill you? puh-PLEASE. blah blah blah, we find out it’s not h that tried to kill H but instead it was H’s close friend. blah.
i was just furious because this book messed w my feelings so much. i grieved H with the h, i felt her pain and sobbed because i felt so bad for her since all the characters i read feel like real people to me. i kind of already knew in the back of my mind that H was still alive because this was not A Zavarelli’s writing if she wrote a sob story.
the ending was okay, it was pretty cute. H finally decided to go on chemo for his cancer and made a full recovery. i was seriously iffy about this book since there was just too many things that honestly did not flow well and was weird to me. all-in-all i think this is the last A. Zavarelli book for me...
since the beginning, the dynamic between the two main characters were off. H was trying to fix h, forcing her to adopt habits of frugalness. H did not let her touch any of her clothes she bought but made her wear cheap and basic clothing (which i wouldn’t be mad about the price of clothes but H made her change her ways to basically teach her a lesson.) H acted like a dad to her. with the 17 year age gap between them, i felt like i was witnessing an incestuous relationship. H was making her sit in a CORNER as a time out when she was rude. H took away her phone and quote-on-quote “grounded” her, not letting her go out, giving her a bedtime and taking away her stuff. H treated her like a literal child, like HIS child and it just made me sick to my stomach
that lasted for about 30-45% of the book, but once it got passed that, it was better. the connection was better when H didn’t treat h like his child and actually treated her like an adult. the spicy scenes were okay, they seemed to be getting along better and it was cute at times. i liked that H opened up to h about his life and trusted her enough to know his secrets but he failed to mention his deteriorating health due to his cancer.
then because of his cancer, H died in the hospital and h never got to say she loves him and that she is pregnant. at this point of the book, i was SOBBING. i’m a sensitive soul so just by reading about death, i automatically sob. i was crying so much, like tears running down my face just because of the thought of h having to raise this baby by herself and the H not wanting to progress his medical treatment for his cancer because he wanted to die to be reunited with his dead son (who died years ago before he met h). basically choosing his dead son over his wife and unborn baby (even though he didn’t know about the h’s pregnancy, it still hurt me ok?) i literally cried so much and just reading about h mourning the lost of the love of her life was torturous to read because i always cry if i read about death. at this point, i was questioning A. Zavarelli because she never writes about sad stories. she doesn’t write about death... and there was another like 30% of the book left. there was still so many chapters left so i kind of thought to myself, H couldn’t be dead, right?
well, i was correct. H did not die. apparently someone tried to kill him in the hospital so he went into hiding. FOR 6 WHOLE FUCKING MONTHS. then H comes back when h is 8 months pregnant with his child and H accuses h of trying to MURDER HIM. but of course she didn’t because she mourned his death so immensely. apparently someone set h up to make it seem like h tried to kill her own husband, H. i just hated how H did not believe her when she said she didn’t try to murder him. like EXCUSE ME, she’s 8 months pregnant, carrying your child, but you don’t believe her when she says she didn’t try to kill you? puh-PLEASE. blah blah blah, we find out it’s not h that tried to kill H but instead it was H’s close friend. blah.
i was just furious because this book messed w my feelings so much. i grieved H with the h, i felt her pain and sobbed because i felt so bad for her since all the characters i read feel like real people to me. i kind of already knew in the back of my mind that H was still alive because this was not A Zavarelli’s writing if she wrote a sob story.
the ending was okay, it was pretty cute. H finally decided to go on chemo for his cancer and made a full recovery. i was seriously iffy about this book since there was just too many things that honestly did not flow well and was weird to me. all-in-all i think this is the last A. Zavarelli book for me...