To be frank, I wouldn’t say I like this book. I don’t like the writing, the pace, or even the characters themselves. In Colleen Hoover’s book, It Ends with Us, she writes about a girl called Lily Bloom and her exciting brand-new life in the city. Nonetheless, we come to find out information about her past life and how it’s affecting her now.
My mother stepped inside and quickly shut it, locking it behind her. I’ll never forget what she looked like. She had blood coming down from her lip. Her eye was already starting to swell, and she had a clump of hair just resting on her shoulder.
Although I dislike this book there is only one thing keeping me from putting it down. That is the small almost miniature paragraphs like this one. There are numerous amounts of depressing books about how sad the world is and how we are all going to die, yet this book somehow never turns into one of those books. Lily Bloom, although having a terrible upbringing, never lets that stop her from doing anything, which is why Colleen Hoover also never forces that part of her life. This book was a notable example for me to understand how writers can make stories not horrifically sad even with the most depressing subjects like abuse.