First read: November 13th 2020

As much as I love books with all my heart, I have read very few over the years that I've felt reach into my soul and find a home there.

In an Absent Dream by Seanan McGuire.

The Ten Thousand Doors of January by Alix E. Harrow.

The House in the Cerulean Sea by T.J. Klune.

And this one. The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue.

From the first page, I knew that this book was going to mean something to me. I really don't have the words that could possibly describe what this book has made me feel, but it has made me feel so much that I'm almost overwhelmed by it. I wish I could sit here and bask in the joy and sorrow and all the things that lay between, all the things that Addie LaRue has made me feel. This book has made me feel seen in a way that I didn't even know I needed. I see myself in Addie, in Henry, in Luc, in Estele, in all the characters that felt so real to me. I see myself reflected in their needs, their wants, their desires, their highs and their lows, and all parts of life that make it worth living. In the way they love, mourn, hope, dream, and die. I will never forget this story, it's one that I know will carry itself with me forever, and I'm so glad for it.


Second read: April 24th 2023

Still love this just as just the second time around. It still hit all the same places in my heart