3.0

Déjà vu. Déjà su. Déjà vécu

I finished this book an hour ago and I let my feelings brew before coming here to write my thoughts.

Addie. Addie. Addie.

This book is heartbreaking but tasking to read.

Addie LaRue, a woman deemed stubborn and lost for her century, made a deal with the wrong god. Consequences weren't of thought and she just agreed. To live in freedom forever, but to live in such - she will also live to be forgotten. As memories are binding. She would then be visited by the devil in the anniversary of their deal to ask if she's ready to surrender. But Addie is Addie and every time he asks, she says no.

300 years and she's lived-still living- when she meets someone who finally remembers. A hope she found. This is when the heartbreaking begins. My heart started hurting the moment I came upon the chapter we finally get to meet Henry.

Henry, another lost soul. Henry, the person she finally thought would be her salvation. *sigh*


Henry has asked for the truth, her truth, and so she is telling it. In pieces, fragments tucked like bookmarks between the movement of their days.


Henry helps her tell her story as things she writes would fade without mark. Do I call it a love story? No. I do believe she belongs to noone but herself.

This book is called fiction but it's masked as self-help. Many of us are lost and not know what we actually want in life until a chance comes upon us and we take it. Even though we know it might not a constant, the happiness or hope we felt then was what we clinged on to. This is how the book goes. And through the chapters, it helped me realize some things I've done and hope to be doing.

***Lowering my rating after thinking through how hard this was to get through.