But then I suppose I wouldn’t have read this beautifully heart-breaking book. I probably would have understood more if she had turned to drugs. I felt genuinely sorry for the pain and struggles that she had to deal with, but I can’t fathom why she felt that cheating on her adoring husband with a twit like Arsen would make anything better. Despite hating her, I did connect with her. If she were a real person, I would probably have to kick her ass for being such a selfish BITCH! That’s really the only way I can describe her. I don’t think I have ever hated a main character as much as I hate Cathy. What I didn’t know was that I was going to be left emotionally devastated after reading it. I knew from the beginning that this wasn’t a fairy tale romance novel. It’s a little over a week since I’ve finished it and I’m still reeling from it and processing it. That is really the only way I can describe how I feel after reading this book. I’m broken, lost, and disgusted with myself.
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