Go ahead. Roll your eyes if you must. I'm adding my voice to the chorus praising The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue. In my opinion the crushing wave of popularity this book has received is completely deserved. I adored every single page of this book, even through the heartbreak, because there is such complexity and wisdom between the lines of fiction. Don't we all simply want to live before we die? 

I've heard that Addie's character is judged harshly for being bland or one-dimensional. I can't begin to understand why. She is brave, witty, vulnerable, stubborn, resilient. Is it so hard to believe that a woman like Addie could inspire major works of art? Why? Because she's ordinary? Well damn, people. AREN'T WE ALL ORDINARY? Why can't the ordinary inspire something beautiful? Doesn't it happen every single day? Go ahead and think about it for a minute. I'll wait. 

For such a long book, it was over far too soon and I'm not sure anyone could have written a finer ending. I'll be returning to this book often, for the love story, for the gorgeous prose, for the reminder that life seems very long sometimes, but that it will go fast. We can't miss a moment.