Book Review: Confess by Colleen Hoover


“It’s not a confession if nobody reads it. It’s just an unshared secret.”

Colleen Hoover is always my go-to author for whenever I can’t make head or tail of my life, or just need a pick-me-up in general. I hadn’t really planned on reading Confess; it was a spur-of-the-moment choice at best, but boy am I glad I made that choice. I even recreated one of my favourite quotes from the novel:

Confess, at its heart, is a love story (and a damn good one at that). It follows the lives of Auburn Reed and Owen Gentry, both of whom are wading through life with half a heart, after having suffered through major losses early on in their lives. Now, as adults, when their lives collide again, sparks fly that ignite both of their worlds on fire.

Trust me when I say, there is not enough praise for this story. I think it is suffice to let you know that I finished it in one seating, within four hours. Word after word, page after page, the story kept pulling me in deeper and deeper, so much so that just reading about Auburn’s drunk adventures with Owen made me feel inebriated myself. Colleen Hoover sure knows how to spin a story that captures people’s hearts. After Ugly Love, I was convinced that there couldn’t be any other book that could captivate me as much as it did, but here we are: I’m in love with Owen and Auburn at least as much as I love Miles and Tate, if not more.

To be honest, it might not be a fair comparison, but just take my word for the fact that Confess is one book that you need to read this summer. It touches on the most sensitive of subjects in the most natural way possible, while at the same time putting into words some of the most common feelings that every single soul on this planet has.

Like this one. This one is my favorite:

Let’s just say that reading this book put a lot of things in perspective. If nothing else, at least I realized that more often than not, love isn’t enough. Without strength and persistence, love generally comes up short.

Okay, that’s about it for Confess I guess. Next up, I’m reading It Ends With Us, also by Colleen Hoover, which I’m almost done with, so expect another review very, very soon!

You do whatever makes you happy. It’s now or never, remember?

Love,

Snigdha

Maybe, Someday


 

We all need a couple of really bad days to keep the good ones in perspective.

– Colleen Hoover, Maybe Someday

 

 

I am, for the lack of a better word, floored. Ever since 2016 began, I’ve read close to seven books (you have no idea about the power of the very inconspicuous Kindle), and there’s absolutely zero question in my mind about which one I liked the best. Colleen Hoover did it again: took the world as I knew it, and gave it a good, much-required shake.

Thanks, CoHo. I owe you one.

Especially for this:

Yes, indeed it is. Might as well go big, do all that you possibly can, just wear yourself out completely. Also, try and do right by your own heart before you begin to do justice to others, because if you don’t find it in yourself to face up to your own wants and wishes, nobody else in the world will.

Ridge & Sydney are two very strong people, mature and understanding to a fault. They keep denying their love for each other, continue to fill in the roles they had before their worlds collided, but we all know how that ends: in an explosion.

But the best part about Maybe Someday was that people were portrayed exactly as how they are: imperfect, but one hundred percent genuine. I’d suggest you to read it, no matter how your life is looking like now. I can guarantee that you’ll find something in it that you recognize.

Okay, very quickly, three things that I’ve taken from this book:

  1. Punching isn’t all that it built up to be. Be ready to have bruised knuckles if you’re going to try it.
  2. Guitar players are nothing but trouble, so proceed with caution.
  3. Nice is right, but honesty trumps politeness, always. Be nice only when you’re being completely honest to yourself and your feelings.
Life has been a crazy mess lately, and I’m loving every single second of it to the point that every day is like a surprise. I’ve cooked a lot recently, so you could expect pictures over the weekend, because I’m too lazy to edit and crop them right now. Patience, my friends. All good things come to those who wait.
I’ve been meaning to get back to writing for a while now, but since I’m perennially pressed for time between college and work and home, I’m starting out slow by scribbling lines/paragraphs/scenes as and when they come to me, in the notebook that I carry with myself . It’s not a huge headway, I know, but it’s still progress. I have close to twelve different scenes penned down, and I’m hoping that when I sit down with the notebook and time, I’d be able to do something worthwhile with it.
Ah, the glories of the riveting life of an engineering student.
College is getting harder and harder to get to every morning, especially when the weather can’t decide whether it wants to be chilly or warm. Get your shit together, Universe. The time-table this semester is hilariously torturous, but then again, anything that I don’t agree with is torturous, so there. Every Monday morning, my first thought is ‘Wow, five days till Saturday.’ 😛
Tenacity comes in handy in situations like these, where one half of my brain is pleading with me to bail of class, but the other half punches it squarely in the face, and orders me to sit back down on the chair. That’s how I get through the boring classes, no kidding. And of course, there’s Garry and Nano, both  of whom are equally involved in my daily struggles. Thank you, ladies!
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have dinner to get to (I told you I’m taking over the kitchen, didn’t I?). I’ll see you on Friday, or Saturday (depending upon how tired or lazy I’m feeling) with a post that dissects my Mr. Right down to the most minute of details. It is a long time coming, anyway, and now I have enough bad experiences to back it up with.
Like I always say, it’s now or never, and never doesn’t seem like a very gratifying option. Do it now, and do it correct. Fear is a fable.
Love,
Snigdha