Evelyn Hugo, you wrecked me.

This book spoiled the reader in me. It flawlessly served the basic essence of reading: to witness a life you wouldn't otherwise discover in your daily mundane life.

Every time Taylor Jenkins Reid/Monique Grant/Evelyn Hugo ought me to feel excited, angry, confused, sad, loved, etc., they easily summoned those emotions by simply putting up the right conversation between the right characters in the right unexpected scenes.

This book taught me that there's always a human inside all of us. It taught me that love is equally simple and complex. In the same way that you cannot measure the forever expanding universe, you cannot define and spell out love. It was a real experience reading this book. Flipping my way through the last 30 pages, I shamelessly bawled my eyes out.

In the end, I can't even decide if I hate Evelyn or not, and I guess that's the point.

I said it already and I'm saying it again:
Evelyn Hugo, you wrecked me