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

Barely There


No, I’m not dead, as most of you must think by now. But I do have two new pets (one has been hijacked by my sister). She got two goldfishes as a farewell gift at some party, and has mercifully bestowed one to me. I’ve named mine Cora, and she calls hers Ruby. We picked the names from Sarah Dessen’s Lock And Key, because whatever little knowledge I have on how to take care of fishes, it is because of that book (Cora has a pond in her backyard).

Well, on to other news.

I’m turning 18 in less than two weeks. 12 days, to be very precise. It feels, I don’t know, empty. Like it’s just going to happen, and then it’ll get over. Then what? Then the moment would be gone, and everything would move on, continue as it were before. Just more of the same.

Next: Senior’s year is just flying by, not that I expected something scintillating to happen. I knew it was going to as dull and boring like the rest of them, but still. Sometimes, we never give up hope even though we are very much aware that something is never going to happen. It’s one of the perks of being human: you are blessed with innate stupidity.

I just got over with my first semester exams, and then I have two others in November and December. And then, the last nail in the coffin, the final exams in March. I know, it’s all very exciting.

So.

I was reading through my posts from like, a year ago, and I couldn’t help but notice all the changes in me. It’s like I have become a different person altogether. Well, maybe not that different, but the changes are quite obvious.

I love the background.

I still cannot believe I’m turning 18, and I’m not excited. I’m such a jaded person.

Anyway, I read Dante’s Girl (Courtney Cole) and Keep Holding On (Susane Colasanti)Both of them are definitely worth reading. More than once. They make you want to just go out there and live your life, because you never know what tomorrow will bring. They give you hope. Kudos to  Susane Colasanti and Courtney Cole for sharing such wonderfully epic stories with the world.

Okay. Time for me to go. Duty calls.

Let’s hope I can catch you guys soon, although that does seem increasingly unlikely. But I will try. I promise.

You know I love you. And you, me.

Love,

Snigdha

Just So You Know


I’m alive. And breathing. And I had a very nice week-long vacation.

Happiness is intoxicating-- I guess that's why I look drunk.

I had a lot of fun, and wrote a good seven chapters of Yours, Truly— which is coming out amazingly well, not to toot my horn 😉

I finished reading the Mediator series, and I don’t know what I’m going to do now that I don’t have any pending books left. And guess what? I’m the coordinator of the annual function in school (which is really big for me). We haven’t decided on the theme yet, but I really hope to get somewhere by next week.

Haven’t got that much to say today, so I’ll post a tiny excerpt from Yours, Truly. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I love writing it. Here goes :

One

‘Scarlet, when do you plan to throw those flowers away? They stink!’ Vera, my younger sister, complained when she picked up the mess that was once a bouquet of roses, but now looked like messy and smelly stuff.

‘Hey, put that down! They’re not that bad.’ I tried to reason, but she looked at me with a crossed expression. It really did smell awful. Vera picked up the flowers and chucked the putrid roses out. The night air swirled inside the room.

It was the mid of May, and the weather was pleasant outside; or maybe it was just the heartwarming thought of summer vacations approaching that made it so likable.

Vera lingered here and there for a while, and then hopped downstairs for coffee.

I sat down at my table to finish the project report I was supposed to submit next week. Moreover, please do not think I was some nerd who played ‘Book Cricket’ in lunchtime or dismember caterpillars in Biology class.

It was just that I couldn’t find anything else to do, as simple as that.

Well, I sat there writing about the Great Depression during Hitler’s reign, while the cold air churned relentlessly inside the room. I typed and typed, until the people in Germany got a better grip of their lives, and started living happily again; or less dramatically, until my project was finished.

I wrapped up everything, and went to sit beside the window. My bed was placed in close proximity with the windowpane, so that I could enjoy the weather without the trouble of getting up. I stood there, feeling the breeze on my face with my eyes closed.

It was amazing, and felt like I couldn’t do anything better at that point. But sadly, my friends had found something superlative.

My friends, you should know, were the craziest people in the city. Stacey, Rebecca, Arthur, Claire, Jason and Ryan were the few and most special out of them. I knew and loved almost everyone, with the exception of Racquelle Stanley.

Stacey and Arthur were the ones I’d known the longest, since five years of age, and apparently, my best friends. Claire was another antique piece I had stumbled upon, owing to my outrageous luck.

Rebecca was a complete item, so to say. She was the drama-queen; theatrical expressions, heavy-duty dialogues, and things of that sort were a part of her charm.

Jason was the ‘gentleman’ of the lot. He was a fun person to be with, but also exceptionally well-mannered. Jase and I had spent hours and hours together– if Arthur and Stacey had any sort of competition at all, it had to be Jason Parker.

Ryan was very capable of turning my mood upside-down.

My phone dinged impatiently. It was a text message from Ryan.

Get here now. In case you forgot my address, Stacey is standing at your doorstep to kidnap you. Hustle.

–          Ryan

I looked down from the window, and Stacey waved at me. I motioned her to wait, put on my jacket, and rushed downstairs. Mom – who was busy working on school papers -looked up at me with enquiring eyes.

‘Where to?’ she asked me. ‘To Ryan’s—I’ll be back by ten-thirty.’ I told her while opening the door, and she approved. My mother trusted each one of my friends, mainly because we’d known each other for very long.

I rushed outside, and hugged Stacey. Ryan lived three lanes away, so we started on foot.

‘Did you forget about the party?’ Stacey asked me, and I could easily make out she was annoyed. My bad timings were a thorn in her side, and pretty much everyone else’s.

‘Nope, I just got busy.’ I answered, keeping my eyes straight ahead.

‘Yeah right; and I’m guessing it ought to involve a certain week last summer?’ she nudged me, almost toppling me over, and I giggled.

‘God you are a freaking tomato! Look at those cheeks!’ she exclaimed, and I covered my face with my hands. I had this really embarrassing habit of turning red in the face when the topic of last summer came up, and it only grew headier with each passing day.

Do let me know if you care to know what happens to these people. I promise to live up to your expectations.

Peace.

Yours, Truly


Hey! How have you been? Sorry I’ve been pretty busy lately reading books. I am reading Shiver by Maggie Steifvater now. It is too good. Go have a read if you get a chance to.

I sincerely apologize for getting awfully depressing in the last post, and I hope that you’ll excuse me this time. I don’t know what happened to me back there. I was thinking about incidents and people whom I’d forcefully shut out a long time back. And now, I don’t even need them that much.

As I’ve told you before, I made some major changes in Eternity — and yesterday, when I was reading through the last part and the newly edited first part — I realized that maybe Eternity isn’t what I thought it was.

Hence, I present to you a new (and considerably sensible) story : Yours, Truly.   Nice title, right? I really like it.

Now you must be wondering why I changed everything (all of a sudden, that too) after working so hard for it. Well, I have my reasons ready at hand.

One, when I began writing first when I was barely thirteen, I had titled the story originally as ‘It’s all up to destiny’. Earlier, I wrote because I wanted to record my life somewhere the world could read it and enjoy it. This, somehow, doesn’t seem that important at the moment.

Two,  I renamed ‘It’s all up to destiny’ to ‘Eternity’ after I finished the fourth and last book of the series. I chose the name ‘eternity’ because in the end, the female protagonist dies of blood cancer, leaving her husband with their two children in anguish.

Three, these stories do not convey who I am. I am not fascinated by the idea of death and misery at all. I believe in living life and making positive use of each of its moments. Therefore, now I quit pretending altogether. I’ll write only what I believe in — and I hope Scarlet Hastings (the lead of Yours, Truly) would do justice to it. 🙂

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And one not-so-good news: I’m off to my grandmother’s for Diwali (which is the most important and awesome festival of India) and will be back next Sunday. So you guys won’t be hearing from me till then. But I’ll get back as soon as I can, with a lot more to talk about 🙂

Great line, isn’t it? Well, I wouldn’t know much about forever or whatever it is after death — I think the present is pretty much what forever would look like.

It was happening. Change it to it is happening. What is? I’ll tell you soon 😉

And and, it is NOT love. I know it might be disappointing to think that all the changes in my life still do not include love, but I guess it is something better now.

Things are changing for the better. Be a little happy for me?

See you folks soon when I get back!

Love,

Snigdha

Because You Live


Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together, but do so with all your heart.

I don’t know what’s happening. But whatever it is, I don’t know if its good or bad. Things feel different now. Like two puzzle pieces clicking together. Like two magnets placed side by side. Only I don’t know if its going to work or not.

Read this excerpt from ‘I Heart You, You Haunt Me’ :-

My mind’s drifting,thinking about him. Wondering if I’ll feel that cool air, feel that brush against my cheek, feel Jackson again,when I go home.
It couldn’t have been him.
I’m being ridiculous.

Still,it’s not long before I want to go home and find out.

This book is about Ava and Jackson, who are fatefully separated due to Jackson’s untimely death. Fortunately, Ava can still feel his presence by her side. She can’t see him, except in the mirror. She can’t touch him, except in her dreams; she can’t hear him, except as the faint whispers that seem to be a part of the wind itself.

This paragraph got me thinking about things – questioning my beliefs, to be true.

I say I hate love. Do I, really?  If so, then why?                                                               What is it that holds me back from trusting someone again? Am I really willing to give away the rest of my life’s experiences because of someone who didn’t really deserve that much attention? Am I lying to myself?

I don’t know. Nothing at all.

I smile, be happy, help others, manage things, and drag myself through life each day. And when something/someone like the above mentioned book comes my way, little things cause me to get lost in deep thoughts.

I’ll tell you why I decided to denounce love and romance — because when I used to believe in it, I was vulnerable. Helpless. Weak.                                                                                                                                                                 And I never, ever want to feel that way again. Therefore, I chose to steer clear of it. But it’s not actually helping now, is it? I don’t think so.

I don’t know why I posted this picture– I guess it reminds me of Yours, Truly (one of the four books written by myself). Guess what? I changed the storyline of Eternity — leaving a few basics, everything’s different, including the leads’ names.

God, what am I doing? What is up with me these days?

I’ll tell you what: Mr. T is a hallucination, Liam Payne is a celebrity who doesn’t really care whether I exist or not, and me? I’m a psycho nut-job who doesn’t know what to do and what not.

Marvelous, isn’t it? Yes? Dang.

I don’t know, may be I’ll let my guard down someday (which won’t be long, I’m sure), and then experience things and sentiments I’ve shied away from since forever. Starting today. 😉

Tomorrow, I’m going to design covers for the four-turned-eight books forming ‘Eternity’, and then probably do a bit of writing in Hindi (which most of you won’t be able to understand).

Got to hit the sack now. Good night folks 🙂

Peace.

P.S.- One last thing to say to the miscellaneous and yet unknown ‘The One’:-

I live. I smile. I breathe. I feel. I cry.

Because you live.