Ok, let’s do this, and btw I will spoiler the hell out of this review, so if you’re not looking for that, you better click away right now..
For real.. right now..
For the longest time I’ve had about a million Nicholas Sparks books on my Kindle, without ever starting one, and now I know why, because seriously dude, what the fuck?
There were so many things in this book that I hate. So. Many. I mean, if you’ve read any of my other reviews where there is a cheating wife/husband (hello, first spoiler) then you’ll know how much I fucking hate that shit. Cheating? It’s bad, we can all agree on that right? And yes you can normally read my slight hatred of that in reviews where cheating in a general subject. But the hatred goes to another level, (keep reading and you’ll see what I mean) when the cheating wife/husband is the main character, the person you’re supposed to ‘connect’ with, the character you’re supposed to actually ‘like’ and fuck no, Nicholas Sparks, I don’t fucking want to read about a cheating wife having sex with her long lost childhood sweetheart (hello, spoiler 2) while her son is fighting for his life after a car accident (hello, spoiler 3)! I mean, WTF dude?
I hope the sex was good and worth it!
I fucking hate storylines like this. Hate, hate, hate! Because the person I feel for is not the goddamn cheating wife, no it’s the husband who’s had to live with being fucking 2nd in line, knowing that his wife is fucking in love with her first freaking teenage love, and seriously, what the fuck? Why not write the story from the husbands POV? Let’s see his side instead of the fucking cheating wife, he’s the one I feel bad for, not the cheater, and omg, can you tell how much I hate cheating?
And then the ending.. Omg.. I have no words for how un-fucking-fair that is to the husband! You give the heart of the wife’s teenage love, the one she CHEATED with, to her son who needs a heart transplant (hello, spoiler4)?!? Are. You. Fucking. Kidding. Me. Right. Now.
For the rest of his life, the husband has to go through life, with his wife having, not only old fucking love letters, she takes out when she misses her TEENAGE LOVE, too much, but she also has her TEENAGE LOVE’s heart inside her son, giving her son life?? The son she made with her HUSBAND??
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME WITH UNFAIRNESS RIGHT NOW?!
And then you might say, “but this is how the world works, Milla, this is what happens in real life” and to you I’ll politely say: “Fuck. You.” If I wanted to read about “real life” I would read my goddamn diary and not a fictional book, ok?
1 star.