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I honestly do not know where to start. Or how. This novel left me feeling spent, as if I've not slept for 36 hours.
Have I not read It Ends with Us, I would assume Colleen Hoover is a freaking fantastic thriller/dark romance author. But either way, yes, yes, yes, she's freaking fantastic.
The story itself is dark, disturbing and very engaging. It's hard to stop reading. You just want to go on and on and on until the very last page. And then you will go “WTF!?” And then you feel like you can't stop thinking about the novel. It will take some time for you to digest the story, to digest the characters, to even fathom the truth. That is, if it is the truth after all.
If you feel like going down that dark, twisted road, pick this one up.
Okay, this one is, I must say, better than the first one, Vision in White. This got some meat in it to bite into. And a whole lotta romance.
Emma is a hopeless romantic while Jack is the usual playboy. It amazes me how in romance novels, they make the playboys appear to be ... well, exactly the ones you want to take to your mother. Such hope and illusion these novels present to us, no?
A bit fairy tale-ish at times, a bit too cloying at parts and a bit too corny, Bed of Roses is the ideal read for daydreaming. I like the book anyway. Shoot me.
Well, well, well. To my amazement, I enjoyed the second installation of this Twilight saga more than the first one. Even with the absence of the Cullens. Maybe because there wasn't much Edward-worshipping stuff in this one.
I have to say the style of writing slightly improved and I found myself absorbed in Bella's world at times. The seemingly pointless details in the first book didn't really appear in New Moon. And the way Mrs. Meyer described the relationship between Bella and Jake, well, I could relate to it actually.
It's a bit predictable, to be honest. Jake turning into a werewolf, Victoria hunting Bella to avenge James' death, Edward and the Cullens' returns to Forks. Did I say predictable?
It's a good read which I enjoyed. And I'm actually looking forward to read the third book.
While the story is fascinating, I just don't think this book is for me. It got confusing at times, and it got draggy at parts and a little too complicated for my romance-addled brain.
“Now, as all of you will have had reason aplenty to discover for yourselves, there are new gods growing in America, clinging to growing knots of belief: gods of credit card and freeway, of Internet and telephone, of radio and hospital and television, gods of plastic and of beeper and of neon. Proud gods, fat and foolish creatures, puffed up with their own newness and importance.”
The symbolism, the nuance, the metaphors – I somehow could understand it, but yet it will take some time for me to digest it, to really comprehend the meaning. This book is a little too advance for me, perhaps.