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lambsbooks 's review for:
Forget Me Not
by Julie Soto
“Why begin, when it will end?”
I was creepy-smiling throughout this whole book. It was funny, sad, and spicy, everything I look for in a romcom!
“I think this is where I’ll die. I think I’ll just lie down and wait for death. He can use me to fertilize the flowers.”
This book is about Ama, a wedding planner who doesn’t believe in weddings, and Elliot, a florist who likes flowers more than people. Honestly, same, Elliot.😂
“And I almost hope there was someone after me, someone who broke him differently. Because I’m not worth three years of someone’s life.”
Ama is reasonably traumatized about weddings considering her mother has been married, what, 16 times!? I DIED reading that 😂😂 She was so closed off to love (and people) and her journey was great!
Elliot’s internal monologue is super funny, it was a highlight of the book for me!
“I wonder if she’ll look up The Language of Flowers and figure out I just told her, You are immature and I resent you. Go away.”
He was blunt, awkward, and sometimes (most times) rude, but underneath was a little gooey center of amazingness. He reluctantly took over his father’s flower shop after he died but learned that all they really needed were water, light, and attention.
Flowers are better than people.
“Yes, Dad, they are,” I say to the empty shop.
This part hit me so hard!😭😭
“There are exactly four of his flowers that are still kicking, ones that I brought to his funeral when I thought he’d maybe like more flowers than people there.”
Elliot was a really great character for me. I loved his personality, his sassiness, his love for flowers and architecture, and how he worked passionately and tirelessly. But his anxieties also spoke to me. Some were big and some were tiny ones that you’d never expect to be bothered by, and yet, you are.
“I posted a picture of a deconstructed floral arch ten minutes ago, and I’m already checking on Twitter to see if Instagram is broken. After five minutes, I finally get a set of likes. But because my self-worth is now intrinsically tied to this picture, I’m thinking of deleting it, then myself.”
Elliot’s clear romantic awkwardness is what completely won me over in the end. It was adorable and I love him. He was so rough but loving, ugh, I could gush all day. Here are some quotes.😘
“There’s no room inside of her, but I fuck her like I belong there.” More spicy quotes at the bottom!
“I’m Cynthia, Ama’s mother.”
Well, fuck.
“Hi, good. I mean, good to meet you.”
“But I don’t know how to make it happen other than just…hanging around. I’ve asked out exactly four women in my life, and statistically, I’m not great at this.”
“Did I just kill her with a peanut butter donut?”
“Sir, I’m sure she’s not dead.”
“Nice to know you can keep a cool head under pressure.”
I feel like today was anything but “a cool head under pressure,” but I guess we’ll leave that between me and Josephine, the 9-1-1 operator.
The past and present (and when you realize WHY the past times are so specific!!!)
“His hair is long again. He has half of it tied back, out of his face. I called it a man bun once, and he gave me the silent treatment for the rest of the day.”
The ending was so great and I think it was just what Ama and Elliot needed, and it showed a lot of growth on both of their parts.
I blink at him and swallow. “Okay.”
“I’m gonna date the shit outta you, though.”</spoiler?
This review was basically a little fan-girl essay, so, sorry if it wasn’t helpful in convincing you to read this but read it anyway!!
“Are you fucking kidding me with this car?!”
“It’s drivable! It’s fine!”
There is exactly one thing that would have made this book better and it was if her car had broken down when Elliot was in it, just so he could rub it in her face! IYKYK
“Every single warning light turns on—more than usual. Apparently my tires are flat, my oil needs changing, and my window washer liquid is low. The only thing going for me is the needle pointing to a half tank of gas, but even that is questionable with the low fuel indicator glaring at me. As my engine putters, I consider just how bad it would be to drive twenty blocks in a car that is clearly screaming for death.”
One final thought, to leave you all on a high: Elliot’s love for Ama is top shelf. That’s all.
“I nod. I agree. I listen. But I’ve accepted the fact that I just drove fifteen miles at two thirty in the morning to squeeze into this bathtub and listen to Ama wheel-spin. It’s fine. I may fall asleep, slip under, and drown. But it’s fine.”
Some spicy quotes:🥵️
“You can help me set up sparklers,” she says in a silky voice, as if sparklers means something else entirely.
“Is it really setting up sparklers? Because you know how I feel about you needing an assistant—”
“I mean, come back and I’ll fuck you in your truck.”
“What’s wrong?” I grip her hips.
“Fucking god, Elliot,” she whimpers. “I forgot how big you are.”
“You’ll have to forgive me forgetting,” she says, reaching forward to finger the button at my collar. “You were in those skinny jeans and that plaid shirt. It made you look like a missionary come to save my filthy soul.”
Thank you so much to the author, Forever Publishing, and Netgalley for sending me this ARC in exchange for an honest review!!
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What an amazing book! Full review to come when my brain is working!