There are those few books that come into your life that leave their mark. It's as if they are left tattooed on the readers heart, soul, brain etc.
The longer I read, the less I experience this phenomenon.
And I'm certainly euphoric in saying that The Invisible Life Addie LaRue has officially taken a moment to tattoo herself on me. I'm stunned. I'm crazed. I'm tearful.
Thank you V. E. Schwab.
I've told people numerous times that this novel felt different to me even before reading. Something about its synopsis and tone just stole my breath, and I think many would call me crazy to place all these expectations on a book. Well- I didn't have to worry about disappointment because she does not dwell here.
For hours I could describe the poetic writing that only Schwab can finesse; Schwab's emotional rollercoaster of time, and love, and power; and, of course, the pure beauty that is Addie LaRue... but I think... I know that I cannot write a review like I usually do.
I'm thankful to Tor for allowing me to learn her story early. I feel very blessed.
Now-I'm sitting in my bed, blissful and content, wondering how in all this quarantine mess I was able to read this gem. It has been a beacon of light in such a troubling time. I cannot express how lucky I feel to have found this story in a period of my life that feels as lonely as Addie details to us from page one. In my opinion, Addie teaches remembrance, patience, and strength, and I think her story will be a nice one for people to read once (or even during if it doesn't end) quarantine subsides.
Hope is what I'm left with. Thank you Addie LaRue.
The best book so far in 2020.