Do you know that feeling when you're reading a book and you suddenly know how everything is going to unfold? You know what's about to happen, what's about to be revealed, and you want to stop it from happening, you hope that you're wrong, but deep down, you know what you're about to read and how much it will break your heart to read it? That's the feeling I remember most clearly when I think of The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo, having finished it less than 15 minutes ago. That, and the frustration I felt while reading it. It felt so real when the characters felt like they had to hide their truth just so they wouldn't lose everything they worked so hard for, that it frustrated me, because I've felt the same way in the past. This book was a masterpiece, and it broke me, and I know that unlike the other books I read, I will not be able to specify pros or cons because I simply cannot pick it apart like that. I can barely give it an honest rating because doesn't a book like this deserve more than a simple 5 out of 5? Shouldn't a book that makes you want to rip your heart and hair out but, in the end, gives you hope that you can piece yourself together deserve more? It does. But it's also the best I can give it.