I was really excited and hopeful about The Facts and Legends of Callie Catwell. An asexual lesbian romance? Seriously, sign me up! I was also excited about her dad being the one who battles an eating disorder.
I started out not liking it and I ended up being sad it’s over. So reading kinda was a rollercoaster ride.
The story is great, the characters are even greater. The romance is… well, not lacking, because it’s just so damn realistic?
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 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.
One page in and I’m fighting tears. It’s a happy kind of suffering though.
I was so excited for Fated but somehow I managed to surpress the knowledge that this means the end of the Temper saga. I couldn’t ignore that knowledge anymore while actually reading it though. I didn’t want it to end and even though Fated is over 600 pages long it still feels too short.
The description of Simon’s anxiety and how it compares to being shy hit me in the fucking heart and soul.
Just thinking about him and how he handles his aversion to touch makes me wanna abandon this review and reread the book instead.