There are very few occasions where I wish I could give a book more than 5 stars. I’m writing this with my mind blown at the beautiful story I’ve just read.

Kennedy Ryan knows how to write a fucking book but this??? Oh my gosh. The attention to detail about the film industry and production. This made up black story that still feels so real and echoes the lives and struggles passed down through black generations. The tenderness in which black love was displayed. The true, raw emotion of a woman with chronic illness and the frustration when we feel when it affects how we look, how we feel, the things we love, the people we love. I am so so so deeply thankful for this story as a black, chronically ill woman and I’ll always have this feeling of reading this book for the first time and how it’s altered me, even if I forget the details. Do yourself a favour and get to this if you haven’t already.