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363 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 30, 2019
In fairytales, the beauty fell in love with the beast. In reality, the beast destroyed beauty.
When someone saw your pain and didn’t look away, it felt like a gift. Like people were allowing you to be exactly who you were without shame and judgements.
“I love you in the light and in the dark. I love you like a whisper and like a shout. I love your good days and your bad days, and I love you. All of you. Every single piece…” She began fiddling with her fingers, and her T-shirt collar moved between her lips, “And every single scar.”
“We’re all little broken. If you think anyone in this world doesn’t have cracks, scars, and a story, then you’re not looking close enough. We weren’t brought into this world to be perfect; we were brought here to be human. To live. To feel. To hurt. To love. To cry. To exist. And with that, comes a few broken parts. You don’t have to be perfect to love or be loved. You just have to be brave enough to show the world your scars and call them beautiful.”
#1: landon & shay: part 1 ↠ 5 stars
#2: landon & shay: part 2 ↠ 3.5 stars
She was a vibrant light. She was the spark that lit up the sky. A fucking star.
➤ Part I: Review
What kind of person would want to love a broken heart?
What kind of person would take the time to listen to the heartbeats of something so damaged?
I just hope broken hearts can receive love, too.
I think us broken hearts need love the most. -L
"How's your heart?"
"Still beating."
➤ Part II: Book talk, best to be read after finishing the book (SPOILERS!)
“It scares me too, but I know one thing for certain.”
“What’s that?”
“I am going to love loving you as much as I loved hating you.”
Truthfully, the idea of Shay being kind to me was enough to make me want to lose my lunch.
I’d take her hateful looks over her gentle doe eyes any day.
“What’s the matter, Satan?” she asked, walking up to me, standing nose to nose. “You afraid you might catch feelings for someone you hate?”
“Please.” I smirked, lowering my head down toward her face. My lips were centimeters from hers. “I’m going to love every second of owning your body and your heart.”
I just hope broken hearts can receive love, too.
I think us broken hearts need love the most.
“Why would you be here for me? Why would you do this after what I did to you?”
“Because no one deserves to be alone during the hard times. Not even you.”
“How’s your heart today?” she asked me, the same question she asked every time she stopped by.
“Still beating.”
“Your butt in those jeans as you went falling forward…” She began giggling again. I wanted to call her out on talking about my butt, but her laughing was annoyingly adorable, and I didn’t want to interrupt that sound. I hadn’t known you could love a sound you hated.
“You are more than the story these scars tell, Landon. You are more than your uncle. You are more than your depression. You are kind.” She kissed my chest. “You are strong.” She kissed my neck. “You are intelligent.” She kissed my palms. “You are talented.” She kissed my thumbs. “You are beautiful.” She kissed the corners of my eyes. “And this world needs you. I know those are just words, and you might not even believe them, but I am going to tell you them every single day, just as a reminder when you need it.”
The four of them wrapped their arms around me and held onto me so tight. I cried into their arms like a fucking child, but they didn’t mock me or laugh at my weakness.
They simply held on stronger.
“I love you in the light and in the dark. I love you like a whisper and like a shout. I love your good days and your bad days, and I… love… you. All of you. Every single piece…” She began fiddling with her fingers, and her T-shirt collar moved between her lips, “And every single scar.”
“When you stopped allowing toxins into your system, it meant getting rid of certain types of people in your life, too. Addictions didn’t only come in the form of alcohol or narcotics. Some of the worst addictions in one’s life could be the people allowed into it. I’d learned to be very selective about who I allowed into my world. It turned out, you didn’t need a big circle of people to be content. You simply needed the right people.”
It's crystal clear that Brittainy C. Cherry is an expert at weaving tear-jerker stories and infusing her stories with an abundance of emotions. Raw emotion shines through her writing. All the same, it pains me to say that I did not love this novel to pieces, as is the case for the majority of her books.
The novel follows characters readers have been introduced to in Eleanor & Grey. It can be read as a stand-alone though. It narrates the story of Shay Gable and Landon Harrison who despise one another and make a bet on getting the other to fall in love first by any means. Neither of them is willing to back down.
Unfortunately, I did not connect with none of the characters. They were underdeveloped. I felt like the plot tediously stagnated. Incalculable cliches were crammed into the story. The protagonists got buried under the weight of redundant stereotypes.
On the upside, I loved the fact that I caught glimpses of Eleanor and Gray, characters I grew to love in the previous book in the series. In contrast with their romance that tugged on my heartstrings and swept me off my feet, these characters' love story was totally indifferent to me. I hoped that the feelings would come rushing along the way, but the story did not leave an imprint on my heart.
“I think I was born with a hole in my heart. It doesn’t beat like it’s supposed to, and I don’t know if
that makes it unworthy of love. What kind of person would want to love a broken heart? What kind of person would take the time to listen to the heartbeats of something so damaged? I just hope broken hearts can receive love, too. I think us broken hearts need love the most. “
“If you asked most of my classmates what my name stood for, they’d probably say @sshole. Rightfully so, too.”
“From day one, we never gelled. You know how people have instant friendships? She and I had an instant hateship. I hated her, and her goody-two-shoes personality.”
“That was what us bad boys did: we fed on good girls and tossed them to the side once we were full.”
“I learned early on that there aren’t any real villains in life, just heroes who have been beaten down for so long they forget they have the ability to be good.”
“It seemed she was Willy Wonka and her purse was the chocolate factory with unlimited supplies.”
“We weren’t brought into this world to be perfect; we were brought here to be human. To live. To feel. To hurt. To love. To cry. To exist.”
“I love your happy, and I love your sad. I love your light, and I love your dark. I love you. Every script, every page, every revision, every draft.”
Im Märchen verliebte sich die Schöne in das Biest.
Im wahren Leben zerstörte das Biest die Schöne.