Luc having more fanart than Henry bothers me way more than it should.

I first read The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue in January 2022, and it broke me. I've been meaning to reread it for a while, and I think it honestly hurt more the second time around. This is one of those books that I hope becomes a literary classic one day. I love the style, I love the story, and I love everything about this book. (I literally cried myself to sleep over it last night).
Addie LaRue has made a deal: she will live forever, but no one will remember her. The story itself takes place over the course of 300 years - which is why it's considered a historical fantasy - but there's a focus on the year 2014 because this is when Addie meets a boy who remembers her. There are so many tiny references in this book that I didn't get before, and I absolutely love the tie-in of historical events to Addie's story. The prose is poignant; every word holds weight, and every page invokes emotion. There are so many things I could say about this book, but none of the words I want to use feel adequate to describe it.
The characters make me feel seen. I love Addie's journey and her discovery of what it means to make a mark on the world. I love Henry and how his arc progresses over the story. The book is very much a character-driven story, and there are no other characters I would have rather spent my time with. Their hungers are real and relatable. Their story will haunt me 24/7 for at least the next week.
The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue has joined my god-tier shelf now, and if you only ever read one book, let it be this one.

5/5