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Nothing Like the Movies
by Lynn Painter
“In your dreams, Bennett,” she teased.
“Every damn night, Buxbaum.”
You know when you read a book that you love so much, it makes no sense how anyone else could feel differently? I loved Better than the Movies, it was like serotonin injected straight into my veins and it was a full five stars for me. Somehow, I loved Nothing Like the Movies more? And now I need to figure out how I can rate a book 6 stars.
I’d just like to preface, that I hate second-chance romance. Once you break up, there’s no need to come crawling back. You broke up for a reason. On top of that, I hate contemporary sequels. It’s a romance book, there’s no way we need ANOTHER book. In saying that, this book is my exception. I’m sorry Lynn Painter, for ever doubting you.
“You're looking at me like I'm nuts, honey, and you're right. I am. I am out of my mind when it comes to you." I said, shrugging because it was a fact. "When I'm near you, the way I feel steals the breath from my body. It's like I breathe for you. like I exists to exist alongside of you.”
Because this was perfection. Lynn Painter came out swinging and punched me in the face a thousand times and I thanked her every time.
I started off with the audiobook, and I highly recommend. The choice of narrators is impeccable, and whoever chose Charlie Bushnell needs a raise. He does justice to the amazing WES FUCKING BENNETT. Around the 80% mark, I needed to devour this story and I switched to the ebook. But while I was listening to the audiobook, driving around, if anyone looked at me, they’d be concerned. Because either I was crying, or I was grinning like a mad man, or doing both simultaneously.
“I’m not sure if things got quiet or loud, blurry or hyperfocused, but I know the universe changed as I looked at Liz, everything melting into impressionistic streaks of fuzzy background colors.”
This book brought me so much joy. I laughed and I smiled and I giggled. And then there was so much grief. Tears were welling up and I even ugly sobbed. It was incredible reading about how these characters had grown and changed so much and how they truly triumphed adversity.
And, WES FUCKING BENNETT. The way he feels, just how much he loves Liz. AAHHHHH. MOTHER PAINTER FED US FOR REAL. And I don’t need to eat again.
“I am just Wes fucking Bennett, Lib, the guy who can't remember a single day in his life when he didn't love you.”
“Every damn night, Buxbaum.”
You know when you read a book that you love so much, it makes no sense how anyone else could feel differently? I loved Better than the Movies, it was like serotonin injected straight into my veins and it was a full five stars for me. Somehow, I loved Nothing Like the Movies more? And now I need to figure out how I can rate a book 6 stars.
I’d just like to preface, that I hate second-chance romance. Once you break up, there’s no need to come crawling back. You broke up for a reason. On top of that, I hate contemporary sequels. It’s a romance book, there’s no way we need ANOTHER book. In saying that, this book is my exception. I’m sorry Lynn Painter, for ever doubting you.
“You're looking at me like I'm nuts, honey, and you're right. I am. I am out of my mind when it comes to you." I said, shrugging because it was a fact. "When I'm near you, the way I feel steals the breath from my body. It's like I breathe for you. like I exists to exist alongside of you.”
Because this was perfection. Lynn Painter came out swinging and punched me in the face a thousand times and I thanked her every time.
I started off with the audiobook, and I highly recommend. The choice of narrators is impeccable, and whoever chose Charlie Bushnell needs a raise. He does justice to the amazing WES FUCKING BENNETT. Around the 80% mark, I needed to devour this story and I switched to the ebook. But while I was listening to the audiobook, driving around, if anyone looked at me, they’d be concerned. Because either I was crying, or I was grinning like a mad man, or doing both simultaneously.
“I’m not sure if things got quiet or loud, blurry or hyperfocused, but I know the universe changed as I looked at Liz, everything melting into impressionistic streaks of fuzzy background colors.”
This book brought me so much joy. I laughed and I smiled and I giggled. And then there was so much grief. Tears were welling up and I even ugly sobbed. It was incredible reading about how these characters had grown and changed so much and how they truly triumphed adversity.
And, WES FUCKING BENNETT. The way he feels, just how much he loves Liz. AAHHHHH. MOTHER PAINTER FED US FOR REAL. And I don’t need to eat again.
“I am just Wes fucking Bennett, Lib, the guy who can't remember a single day in his life when he didn't love you.”