Sydney

I tried but this was just too much. Too much happening. Too much effort to be quirky and funny. Too many pages. Too much happening.

If you want fun and kooky romance, try Jennifer Crusie or Pippa Grant. This just wasn’t it for me.

INCREDIBLE. Please read. It reminded me of Inkheart and I ate this book up.

I don’t even know how to rate this. The entire story was a fever dream - piecing together both the best weirdest things you’ve ever seen with horror bleeding out at the most inopportune moments. Surrealist absurdity. You reread passages thinking - surely my brain missed something…did I skip a key sentence? You flip back a page only to realize that no, you missed nothing. But you keep turning the pages forward because what happens next will either be manic creativity or a crushing reminder of humanity at its best and its worst.

Will I read book 2? Probably. But I need to recover from this one first.

There’s no way they don’t end up divorced eventually. Aside from the obvious issue, they know nothing about each other and this relationship may sizzle…but it’s a flash in the pan.

This book almost sent me on a grippy sock vacation.

Removing myself from the equation however, this is a very well written book. It is moving, has layers, builds emotion, shows personal complexity, and also scared the shit out of me. The underlying messages were supported by the world he crafted - which at times felt surreal and crowding.

That being said I never want to read this again and I’m so glad I don’t own it physically.