Ultimately it was such a sad, devastating book. Not just in the “ugly” parts of the story but in the excuses of the relationship between Miles and Tate. Such a sad and selfish picture of love on both Miles’ and Tate’s parts until after 90% complete. And by then it felt so tainted I couldn’t get into it. The redemptive part that was supposed to save it, just felt forced and fake to turn that hard in the opposite direction that fast.

It was just toxic the way he carelessly used her without restraint, and the way she was co-dependent without boundaries in allowing it, continually thinking he’d change if she keeps agreeing. I generally love Colleen Hoover books, and they are always well written and suck you in, but this one just made me feel so scuzzy and sad.