There were parts that I loved but Playing Offside still left a somewhat bitter taste in my mouth.
Today is Suicide Prevention Day and I strongly believe books may be helpful to deal with one’s own mental health as well as educate you about living with different mental illnesses. Sometimes it’s important that you’re not alone. Sometimes it helps if someone’s living a similar life and they get their happy end.
I absolutely love that Rachel Reid put the issue of famous (sports) persons sexually assaulting other people into one of her books. In my memory there is only one other book doing that as well and interestingly enough it’s also a hockey book.
Seriously. I found it exhausting to read, because everything felt kinda… like there was no spark. Which is especially sad if it’s a story about magic and the Fae.
Their romance is also build on a long-ish friendship if you’re not counting the years they lost sight of each other and I’m a sucker for that.
I absolutely love the anxiety rep in this book but I couldn’t care less for the romance. So where does that leave me?
It’s been a while since I read This Is Not The End but just skimming through the passages I’ve marked… I fell in love again.
This is your typical YA novel but with an aroace main character.
The first being alright while the latter needs to happen way more often. I do have a slight problem with that rep though.
And there only is one bed.
Sue me but I like that trope if I am in the mood for a very predictable and sweet story. Throw in some enemies-to-lovers and I’m probably hooked.
One page in and I’m fighting tears. It’s a happy kind of suffering though.