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A review by lauraa_mariee
The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid
5.0
It has taken me a while to get my thoughts together to even attempt to write a review for this story. Honestly, I don't think I can write a proper review even now, the night after I finished it. So I'll just give a general idea of my feelings for this book.
Okay so, I loved Evelyn Hugo, she is a woman I feel like I aspire to be EVEN as the woman she is at the end of the story. I loved Celia St. James. The only negative thing I had to say about her is that it is kind of horrible reading her sections, because she feels like a mirror image of myself (in the way she speaks, in her beliefs, her thoughts, her very, very intimate love for Evelyn.)
What hit a major part of me in this story is obviously the fact there was some woman loving woman action. But then, after the halfway mark I started finding myself tearing up at certain sentences. In fact, I first sobbed so badly that I had to put the book down because my glasses were fogging up. Then I calmed down. I took my glasses off and continued. Two chapters later I was blowing my nose into the sleeve of my jumper because I was, once again, so distraught.
The story of the love between Evelyn and Celia was what got me the most. The way they spoke about how they felt was so succinct. So to-the-point that it made me realise how I felt about loving someone. I've always needed to point to someone else to explain things, but now I have several paragraphs that just pinpoint how I feel when it comes to being in love.
Anyway. I ugly cried maybe two more times before I could finish the novel at midnight. My clothes are trashed because I used them as tissues throughout the entire night. And if that doesn't say something about my "romance-hating" ass then, I don't know what will.
Okay so, I loved Evelyn Hugo, she is a woman I feel like I aspire to be EVEN as the woman she is at the end of the story. I loved Celia St. James. The only negative thing I had to say about her is that it is kind of horrible reading her sections, because she feels like a mirror image of myself (in the way she speaks, in her beliefs, her thoughts, her very, very intimate love for Evelyn.)
What hit a major part of me in this story is obviously the fact there was some woman loving woman action. But then, after the halfway mark I started finding myself tearing up at certain sentences. In fact, I first sobbed so badly that I had to put the book down because my glasses were fogging up. Then I calmed down. I took my glasses off and continued. Two chapters later I was blowing my nose into the sleeve of my jumper because I was, once again, so distraught.
The story of the love between Evelyn and Celia was what got me the most. The way they spoke about how they felt was so succinct. So to-the-point that it made me realise how I felt about loving someone. I've always needed to point to someone else to explain things, but now I have several paragraphs that just pinpoint how I feel when it comes to being in love.
Anyway. I ugly cried maybe two more times before I could finish the novel at midnight. My clothes are trashed because I used them as tissues throughout the entire night. And if that doesn't say something about my "romance-hating" ass then, I don't know what will.