I'm writing this blog post because my stomach hurts. No, I didn't eat too much ice-cream, which is usually the case. The discomfort in my abdomen exists because that is what a good book does. It takes words and shoves them into me so hard that they begin to literally tear my intestines to shreds. I was hesitant at the beginning, because I wasn't sure If I was going to be able to buy into the plot. It was a little predictable at times and the the premise a little strange. Then Colleen Hoover did something great, she made me fall in love with the characters. I always tell my author friends, make people fall in love with your characters and you can do whatever you want. There was something so incredibly sweet about Owen. The problem I have with some novels I have read lately is that the male characters are just floating heads. There development isn't needed, because they are simply there to be in love with the female character. That is boring! This isn't insta-love. Confess isn't insta anything. It has that slow build that is needed in a good novel for readers to become attached. Going in you should know that you have to let down some walls. If you are the kind of person that like ultra realistic situations in your fiction, then this novel isn't for you. Personally, I loved it.
My stomach hurts and it isn't going to stop hurting anytime soon. Or my heart for that matter. Like always, I know it's a good novel if I re-read the last few pages in denial, pretending that I haven't really finished the book. I did this with Confess...twice.
The art work is unbelievably awesome in my opinion as well. The juxtaposition between the two mediums brings something realistic to some of the silly parts, like how Owen's initials are OMG. I really did like the fact that the cat's name is Owen for some reason. Owen-cat. Hehe.
My favorite part is that my editor, Chelsea, told me that the confessions in the novel are real, from people who submitted them to the author.
One of them reads, "Sometimes I wonder if being dead would be easier than being his mother," which tugged at the heartstrings.
In the words of Auburn, "I'm not sure if i'm more fascinated by the confessions, the art, or the fact that I feel like I can relate to everything here."
xoxo -- Emily