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Aug 02, 2016
SPOILER FREE REVIEW
As
a member of the human species with a Y chromosome, I admit that the
allure of the romance novel eludes me, even though I'm a particularly
hopeless romantic myself. The thought of reading about a prolonged
courtship isn't something to get all excited about. After all, how many
peopleout there are actually interested in hearing about my own
misadventures in the dating arena?
On second thought, don't answer that.
So when I started diving intoIt Ends with Us: A Novel by Colleen
SPOILER FREE REVIEW
As
a member of the human species with a Y chromosome, I admit that the
allure of the romance novel eludes me, even though I'm a particularly
hopeless romantic myself. The thought of reading about a prolonged
courtship isn't something to get all excited about. After all, how many
people out there are actually interested in hearing about my own
misadventures in the dating arena?
On second thought, don't answer that.
So when I started diving into It Ends with Us: A Novel
by Colleen Hoover, I expected pages of the same old trite that have
filled thousands of romance novels ever since the first caveman dragged
the first cavechick by the hair back into his stone-age pad. Wouldn't
you know it? I wasn't disappointed in the slightest. Let's take a brief
rundown of the requisite elements and see if this novel has them:
Girl Meets Boy - CHECK
Boy is Impossibly Handsome - CHECK
Boy is Impossibly Rich - CHECK
Boy is Impossibly Talented - CHECK
Boy has Mysterious Name - CHECK
Boy is Emotionally Aloof - CHECK
Girl Tries To Deny Feelings For Boy She Just Met - CHECK
Boy Makes A Move - CHECK
Girl Pretends Not To Like It - CHECK
Boy Says Something Clever and Sexy - CHECK
Boy and Girl Have Wild, Raunchy Sex - CHECK
Okay,
the last one actually doesn't happen for a good while owing to the
tried-and-tested phone-call-interruption-just-when-we're-about-to-do-it
cliche, but it's still there.
Here's a description of when the two lovebirds first meet:
I
feel his voice in my stomach. That's not good. Voices should stop at
the ears, but sometimes - not very often at all, actually - a voice will
penetrate past my ears and reverberate straight down through my body.
He has one of those voices. Deep, confident, and a little bit like
butter.
Here's another one:
This guy is beautiful.
Well-manicured, smells like money, looks to be several years older than
me. His eyes crinkle in the corners as they follow me, and his lips seem
to frown, even when they aren't.
Now, why would I give four stars to a book that overuses so many tropes?
Because
Colleen Hoover knows her audience so well it's almost criminal. Her
writing is clean and lucid. The protagonist is fleshed-out. The story
tugs at the heart. Everything else can be forgiven.
And by the
end of the first half of the book, it becomes painfully obvious that
this novel is not about romance. It's about heartache.
Our protagonist
is a 23-year old wannabe florist named Lily Blossom Bloom (yes) who
meets brooding neurosurgeon Ryle Kincaid (again, yes). Lily's father has
recently passed, and she's trying to come to terms with her
less-than-stellar relationship with dear ol' dad. Flashbacks are
interspersed throughout the book via Lily's high school diary, and we
quickly find out that her first love was a homeless guy named Atlas
Corrigan (for the last time, yes) who lived in an abandoned shack near
her childhood home. To say that dad and Atlas did not get along is an
understatement.
Lily
is a smart and driven woman, and it shows through her personality. She
balances the pleasures of love with the pleasures of work. A couple
chapters in, she decides to pursue her dream and open a flower shop:
"Sweet,
life, pink, spring." I repeat. And then, "Allysa, you're brilliant!" I
stand up and begin pacing the floor. "We'll take everything everyone
loves about flowers, and we'll do the complete opposite!"
Nice one, Lily.
But
of course, this wouldn't be a good novel if all we ever read about is
how good Lily is getting it at the office and in the bedroom. Midway
through, disaster strikes.
I won't say what kind of disaster, but
there's quite a few of it, both in present time and in the flashbacks.
And then there's love. And then there's disaster. And then there's love.
And then there's disaster. And then there's love.
This book may
overuse so many things we've come to expect of romantic comedies, but
when I figured out the real message Colleen wanted to impart, IÂ swept
all the small things under the rug. This novel is a heartfelt plea for
the readers to empathize with men and women who are caught up in
relationships that are causing them turmoil and pain. It's a call to
have an open mind when confronted with a similar relationship in the
real world, both for the man, the woman, and their families. Finally, it
leaves us with a beautiful if not sad moral lesson that the right thing
to do may sometimes also be the hardest thing to do.
People
say that teenagers don't know how to love like an adult. Part of me
believes that, but I'm not an adult so I have nothing to compare it to.
But I do believe it's probably different. I'm sure there's more
substance in the love between two adults than there is between two
teenagers. There's probably more maturity, more respect, more
responsibility. But no matter how different the substance of a love
might be at different ages in a person's life, I know that love still
has to weigh the same. You feel that weight on your shoulders and in
your stomach and on your heart no matter how old you are.
The
book is peppered with phrases like the one above, and the more I read,
the more I got the feeling that the words were coming from the author's
mouth and not the protagonist's.
At the beginning and end of the
novel, there is a personal message left by the author, and the
motivation for this book suddenly becomes clear. They say writing is a
private and cathartic process, and for Colleen, this certainly was
extremely private and cathartic. It must have taken a lot of effort to
write. It's only fair that it took a lot of joy to read.
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