Oh. My. God. Evelyn Hugo is an icon, a legend, and the moment. This woman is so well-written she might as well walk off the page and slap you for doubting her. She’s messy, ambitious, manipulative, and, dare I say, completely justified in most of her terrible decisions. Every side character actually matters—Harry Cameron is perfection, Celia St. James is a rollercoaster of emotions, and even Monique, who could’ve been a forgettable stand-in, holds her own. I was emotionally compromised for days.

Old Hollywood? Scandal? Secret rendezvous? Check, check, and check. I was fully transported into the glitz and grime of Evelyn’s world, picturing every scene like it was an Oscar-winning film. The only reason this isn’t a perfect 10 is because Monique’s present-day sections weren’t as electric as Evelyn’s drama-fueled past. Not her fault—no one can compete with Evelyn—but still, I wasn’t exactly living for those parts.

Taylor Jenkins Reid really said, Let me write a book you can’t put down. The prose is smooth, the dialogue is crisp, and it never felt overworked or flowery. It’s got that effortless quality that makes you forget you’re reading and just absorbing. My only nitpick? I wouldn’t have minded a little more flair in certain emotional scenes. But honestly, that’s like complaining that a diamond is slightly too shiny.

A scandalous, slow-burn unveiling of secrets? Yes, please. Every chapter peeled back another delicious layer of Evelyn’s life, and I ate it up like a five-course meal. The pacing was solid, though some of the husbands blurred together—because let’s be real, most of them were just there for tax reasons. But the core of the story? Masterfully done. And that twist at the end? Chef’s kiss.

I should’ve been doing literally anything else, but instead, I was glued to this book, fully ignoring responsibilities and basic human needs. I needed to know what would happen next, and the way the story teased out its mysteries was maddeningly good. If you can read this without obsessing over Evelyn’s every move, you’re stronger than me.

The relationships in this book are so well-crafted that they feel real enough to stalk on Instagram. Evelyn and Celia? Beautifully painful. Evelyn and Harry? Friendship goals. Evelyn and her seven husbands? A wild ride that somehow made perfect sense despite the sheer ridiculousness of it all. The only slight drawback is that some of the husbands felt more like plot devices than actual people, but hey, Evelyn was using them too, so maybe that’s the point.

I inhaled this book. I gossiped about it like it was real life. I considered re-reading it immediately after finishing. I have zero regrets and 100% recommend it. If you love drama, complex female leads, and the kind of storytelling that makes you feel things, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo is your next obsession.