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Monday, August 1, 2016

It Ends With Us Review, Quotes and Excerption by Colleen Hoover



It's no secret that I am the biggest fan of CoHo. I read each and every one of her novels.
But as soon as I started reading It Ends With Us, I knew this book is not gonna be one of my favorites.
I really had never thought that would happen. But yeah, that happens.
REALLY NEVER WITH COLEEN HOOVER, she's like a goddess to me. I am so frustrated and so disappointed at first few chapters. Then, the plot revealed more.
Here comes the part I stopped complaining of whatever comments I was having. (When Lily met Atlas again/kyaaaaaa/Iamsorrythisisspoiler)

This book is great.
She opened her heart out to write this one. I have to give her this one. How things turned out, is very amusing.


This is the story of Lily, Atlas and Ryle.
Ryle - Neurosurgeon, career oriented, playboy, rich.
Atlas - The homeless boy who Lily used to know in childhood. Her very first love.
Lily - complicated.

Yeah ~ Lily is complicated. She said Atlas is very important and he's the reason why she's in Boston. Then, she got attracted to Ryle pretty fast. That's just my exterior judgement. She's jobless but her father just died. She hated (strongly dislike) her abusive father.
There's nothing to boast about this book. This book is not about plots, pretty words nor the characters. It's about choices and naked truths.

Choices we made and for them, consequences we face.

Yes, not typical Colleen Hoover book that I love but the amazing one that I admired. I love her more because of that book. It seemed unique at the same time, too unrealistic. Colleen Hoover to be this level of unrealistic? That is why I was so taken aback. But considering the turns of events, it is level of acceptable.

“What happened?” he asks.
I shake my head. “Nothing.”
His eyes are narrow, still ice blue but somehow burning with fire. “You’re lying, Lily.”
I muster enough of a smile to get me by. “It was an accident.”
Atlas laughs, but then his face falls flat. “Leave him.”
Leave him?

Atlas is.... what is Atlas asking Lily to do???

“He walks around me to his bedroom door and he locks it. He flips off the light, leaving only a lamp on, and then takes off his shirt as he walks toward me.“What are you doing?”He tosses his shirt on a chair and then slips off his shoes. “We’re going to sleep.”I glance at his bed. Then at him. “Right now?”He nods and walks over to me. In one swift movement, he lifts my dress up and over my head, until I’m standing in the middle of his bedroom floor in my bra and panties. I cover myself, but he doesn’t even look twice. He pulls me toward the bed and lifts the covers for me to crawl in. As he’s walking over to his side of the bed he says, “It’s not like we haven’t slept together before without having sex. Piece of cake.”

HOW SEXY IS RYLE????????? COULD YOU IMAGINE?


He takes a deep breath and then says, “I don’t know what happens next, Lily.”He does. He knows. He just doesn’t want it to happen, because we both know how much it hurts to say goodbye to each other.I look away from him because seeing the look on his face right now cuts straight to my heart. I fold my arms over my chest and stare at the floor. “I have a lot to work through, Atlas. A lot. And I’m scared I won’t be able to do it with you in my life.”

IT is sooooooooo sad. I know. I know. You can't assume from those excerptions you know how it works. *tips of a iceberg* that's what they are. ;)

hellllllllllllllllllloooooooo #QUOTES time \O^O/

There is no such thing as bad people. We’re all just people who sometimes do bad things

“In the future . . . if by some miracle you ever find yourself in the position to fall in love again . . . fall in love with me.”

I feel like everyone fakes who they really are, when deep down we're all equal amounts of screwed up. Some of us are just better at hiding it than others.

You are my wife. I’m supposed to be the one who protects you from the monsters. I’m not supposed to be one.

Sometimes the things that matter to you most are also the things that hurt you the most.

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