Bests & Worsts Reviews from Amazon

I’ve never hated a book. Even books I’d DNF’d, I just didn’t enjoy them. I hate this book. To this day, I hate myself for finishing this book. I was hoping it would get better but it only got worse. This book contained so many graphic scenes that made me physically nauseous. I don’t know how Colleen Hoover wrote them and still slept soundly. How she, at the end of the day, was PROUD to publish this. Spoilers: It started off terrible. With Lowen witnessing someone’s death. It was a catching start, if a bit awful. She had a weird relationship with her agent. Which will lead to my biggest issue with the book. Her agent was in love with her because he read the book she had written and assumed that she would be exactly like her main character. When she wasn’t, they broke it off but kept working together. When Lowen found the manuscript, though she didn’t need to read it, she did. You could argue it was for her job though so whatever. However the book is centered around this damn manuscript. At the end, we find out Verity is faking her illness. Lowen shows Verity’s husband the manuscript. Verity shows that she’s not sick. Then he kills her. The last thing we learn about is a letter Verity wrote claiming that the manuscript was fake. It was a coping mechanism for their daughters death. Lowen decides to destroy this letter because “it doesn’t matter” since verity is dead. This leads to the existential question: Was the manuscript real or fake? I already hate when books end ambiguously. You could definitely argue both sides. Though I did hear that Colleen did confirm that the manuscript was real. (I hate that she confirmed it. I was always team letter.) This is where my biggest issue comes into play. Lowen HATED that her agent compared her to the main character in her book. Yet, she read this (unfinished, unedited) manuscript, she immediately believed it. While, yes, it is an autobiography, technically, they are journals. I have two dozen journals filled with so many story’s, all of which are fake. My real journals would be much more difficult to read. As a writer, how could she reasonably assume that this manuscript was real? Minor problem I have: Verity writes that this task was given to her by her therapist. Why doesn’t Lowen confirm this with the god damn therapist? At the end of the day, Lowen is living with a murderer. She’s an accomplice to a murder. The baby she’s carrying has a murderer for a father. A woman is dead. This is a disgusting book. It ends terribly and was not worth it. To this day, I will never understand how it has such a large following.