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Okay I loved this one. There was so much emotion and heart break in this book, you feel sorry for everyone involved. The story of her trying to get her daughter back is more of the focus than the romance but I think she did a great job balancing the 2.
Regretting you by Colleen Hoover
Her books are always either a hit or miss for me. This one was enjoyable but definitely not her best. I enjoyed the mother daughter relationship repair more than I did the romantic interests lol
I be like “idc” then throw the book across the room and ugly cry
"A verdade pode libertá-la. Ou simplesmente trucidá-la. Dois jovens com um passado devastador. Um amor capaz de guiá-los numa jornada de descobertas... Sobre vida, amor, confiança e, acima de tudo, o poder da verdade". - Colleen Hoover , Um caso perdido (Hopeless)
Their was before you and their was during you. For some reason I never thought their will be after you, but their was and I was in it.
-Colleen Hoover // Reminders of him
2023 reads ⋆ verity by colleen hoover ♡
“no matter which way i look at it, it's clear that verity was a master at manipulating the truth. the only question that remain is: which truth was she manipulating?”
for my honest reaction and ratings, check out my goodreads.
it ends with us - film
2/10
While i understand spreading the message of domestic violence and that it can happen at anytime or to anyone is important, It Ends With Us does nothing of the sorts to try and create awareness for very real struggles people go through, this might be biased as i despise Colleen Hoovers work, i do not think this book should’ve gotten an adaptation.
some of the scenes in this film are completely unnecessary and very uncomfortable to watch. i hate how this film has been labelled as a drama and a romance and i hate how the ending makes it out like the truama of domestic violence can be fixed by falling in love again with your teenage love.
i do think a help message should have been put on the end credits as this film does touch on very real, very triggering and very touchy subjects. do not waste your time watching this film as you will be left with nothing but anger and annoyance you have wasted 2 hours watching it.
Prestes a iniciar uma leitura da nada querida Colleen Hoover e já começando a me odiar por isso.
ignoring the conversation about tori woods being arrested because there’s more to talk about than just that,
I hope people (specifically dark romance lovers and defenders specifically) start to see just why others have such a hard time swallowing dark romance being mainstream. Because all the rest of us see is a race to the bottom with no care about HOW to present these topics to a wide audience.
it’s not just her dad’s friend, it’s her dads older friend in his thirties ;) no no wait it’s not her dad’s friend it’s her uncle!! And she’s barely legal!! No wait!!! It’s her cousin AND her uncle and they act possessive! No it’s a stalker! And he doesn’t care about her consent! It’s her step brother!! And she’s underage!! No wait-
She was groomed. She was assaulted. She was abused.
I fully understand the point of using this sort of fiction to cope with painful trauma, I’ve even done the same thing. But after a point it is reckless to contribute to the romanticism of abuse, especially to young girls and to a wider extent AFABs and feminine presenting people. You may be gaining a helpful perspective or healing but what happens when another abuser gets their hands on this material and uses it to manipulate another victim? What happens when someone impressionable (young and impressionable are not the same, elders are often impressionable, stop muddying the conversation by bringing up that “teens shouldn’t be reading this anyway” because it doesn’t matter) reads this and it only reassures them that their current abusive situation is okay? Hell, booktok had been openly listing over a REAL 16 year old boy and suggested he read a book with romanticized rape in it.
this issue goes beyond dark romance but it is most prevalent in dark romance because everyone for it and against it has a trigger finger for attacking anyone who says something they don’t like. I’m hoping that this doesn’t fall on deaf ears and this can help a conversation to be had. Because this conversation has needed to happen but everyone has been too stubborn to even begin.
So as a brain worm for you to think about because I can’t find my own answers to these questions yet:
What dark romance is good? Does the genre require more restriction? What is a respectful way to portray the topics often used in dark romance? At what point should the publishers/publishing company be held responsible for any harm done by the book? Does the use for survivors to cope outweigh the possibility victims created by romanticized abuse?
Mellette szebbnek érzem magam. Fontosabbnak. Szerethetőbbnek. Kívánatosabbnak. Mindenebbnek.
Néha két embernek el kell válnia ahhoz, hogy felismerjék, mekkora szükségük van egymásra.
Sohasem fogod tudni megtalálni önmagad, ha elveszel valaki másban
És ha most nem lehetsz velem, én itt várok rád türelmesen. Amíg eljössz, eljössz egy éjszakán. Egy nap talán. Egy nap talán.
Megtudtam valamit a szívemről. Megszakadhat. Darabokra törhet. Megkeményedhet és jéggé fagyhat. Megállhat. Teljesen. Millió atomra hasadhat. Felrobbanhat. Elpusztulhat. Tudod, mikor kezdett el újra verni? Amikor kinyitottad a szemed.
Azt mondtad, olyan vagy, mint a kábítószer. Csak azt nem tetted hozzá, hogy a legaddiktívabb fajtából.
Az érintése a bőrömön olyan érzés, aminek nem szabad emlékké válnia.
just me feeling philisophical
y'all rmb you shit on bad books too before shitting on people who shit on books you like
“…The marker is still in her fist. I pry it from her fingers and she opens her eyes, just as I slip my fingers beneath the collar of her shirt. I pull it down, exposing the skin over her heart. I pull the cap off the marker with my teeth and then press the marker to her chest. I write four letters directly over her heart.
MINE
I put the cap back on the marker, and then I kiss her one last time before I turn and walk away.
It’s the most we’ve ever communicated and the least we’ve ever said.”
Maybe Now by Colleen Hoover
She continues to read and I continue to let her. After several chapters, I can’t tell if my rapid-fire pulse is a result of listening to her voice for so long or if it’s from the sexual tension in the book. Maybe both of them coupled together is what’s doing it. Sky should really think about a career in voiceovers or audiobooks or some shit like that because her voice is . . .
“He glides across the room . . .” Her voice is trailing off. “. . . and bends down, snatching up the . . .”
And . . . she’s out. The book falls against her chest and I laugh quietly, but I don’t get up. Because the fact that she fell asleep doesn’t mean I’m ready to leave.
I lie with her for about half an hour, confirming the fact that yes, I’m definitely in love with her mouth.
Losing Hope by Colleen Hoover
“I run my thumb over her cheek for no reason at all other than the simple fact that I wanted to touch her cheek again. As soon as my fingers graze her skin, chills rush down her arms. She tightens her arms over her chest and rubs the chills away. I can’t help but grin, knowing it was my hand on her skin that did that to her. Best. Feeling. Ever.”
Losing Hope by Colleen Hoover
“This is lust?
I hate it. I absolutely, positively hate this beautiful, magical feeling.”
Hopeless by Colleen Hoover
“All of them think I’m pathetic. None of them care what happens to Samson. And none of them believe in what we had. For once in my life, I had someone who actually cared about me, and all four of them think I’m incapable of knowing what true love is. I know what love is, because I spent my whole life knowing what it isn’t.”
Heart Bones by Colleen Hoover
“So the saying is true? Money doesn’t buy happiness?”
“...You can fill your life with nice things, but nice things don’t fill the holes in your soul.”
“What fills the holes in a soul?”
Samson’s eyes scroll over my face for a few seconds. “Pieces of someone else’s soul.”
Heart Bones by Colleen Hoover
“Would I have still turned out to be the same untrusting, skeptical human I’ve become had I experienced more good times than bad?
Maybe so. Or maybe not. Sometimes I believe personalities are shaped more by damage than kindness.
Kindness doesn’t sink as deep into your skin as the damage does. The damage stains your soul so bad, you can’t scrub it off. It stays there forever, and I feel like people can see all my damage just by looking at me.”
Heart Bones by Colleen Hoover
“We both look down at our hands as I slowly pry my fingers away from hers and release my grip. “You sure do know how to make a guy feel like shit, Bridgette.” ...I cover my mouth with my hand, squeezing the stress out of my jaw.
We make it three blocks.
Three blocks is all it takes for her to do the most considerate thing she’s ever done for me since the moment I met her.
She reaches to the steering wheel and takes my hand. She pulls it to her lap and slides her fingers between mine. She doesn’t stop there, though. Her right hand slides over the top of my hand and she strokes it. She strokes my fingers and the top of my hand and my wrist and back down to my fingers. She stares out her window the whole time, but I can feel her. I can feel her speaking to me and holding me and making love to me, all in the motion of her hands.
And I smile the entire way to my sister’s house.”
Maybe Not by Colleen Hoover
“The point at which I’m thanking the angels and the gods and the birds and the bees and sweet baby Jesus that she’s wearing this dress. If there’s one thing that can ease my guilt and allow me to focus solely on her for the time being, it’s this dress.
“Holy shit, Sky,” I say, kissing her madly. “God, you feel incredible. Thank you for wearing this dress. I really . . .” I kiss down her chin until my lips meet her neck. “I really like it. Your dress.” I continue kissing her neck and she tilts her head back, allowing me easier access. I drop my hand to her thigh and run it up under her dress. When I reach the top of her thigh I desperately want to keep going.”
Losing Hope by Colleen Hoover
“If she’s not careful, I might just fall in love with her.
Tonight.”
November 9 by Colleen Hoover