I just finished reading this incredible book.
Hopeless by Colleen Hoover.
This book is written in first-person. One of my cardinal rules of reading is “never, ever read a book written in first person!” The reviews for Hopeless, though, were so positive and glowing and full of fangirl key-smashing (both on Goodreads and Amazon) that I threw caution to the wind and click “Buy” anyway. For once, I am absolutely relieved that I let go of my “no first person” rule because if I had, I would’ve missed out on this treasure of a book.
It starts off innocuous at first. We meed Sky Davis, the narrator, who has been raised by a hippy-dippy mother whose aversion to technology and public education are both so severe that Sky was practically raised Amish. However, Sky is about to start her senior year at a real, public high school while her best friend Six, who has a less-than-stellar reputation that has rubbed off undeservedly on Sky, goes of to Italy as an exchange student. It’s obvious to the reader from the very beginning that Sky is “damaged” somehow, but it’s not clear why until much later. As soon as Sky starts school, she meets Dean Holder. He’s a “bad boy” with a reputation of his own and the word “hopeless” tattooed on his forearm. He has a temper, a wealth of secrets, a past that is both fuzzy and frightening. He also has heart-stopping dimples and a helluva physique (that made me feel guilty for lusting after him since he’s only 18) and his very presence makes Sky react to him in a way she never has to anyone else.
I’m not going to give the plot away because then you wouldn’t need to read this book, so all I will say is that Sky and Dean’s connection causes truths to be shared, secrets to be stirred up, and hard facts to be realized. I will say that this book is far, far more than just a simple romance story. It’s light-years beyond just being about two teenagers falling in love. Trust me, this is no ridiculous, teenaged angst like Twilight. (Don’t get me wrong, Dean Holder sparkles, but not in an Edward Cullen kind of way.)
This book moved me. Inspired me. Gutted me. I read the entire thing, from cover to cover (well, from 1% to 99% on my Kindle, anyway), in the span of about eight hours. And then I flailed about it on Tumblr and Twitter. And then I gifted three copies of it so that others can read this book. It’s the kind of story that sticks with me long after I’ve finished. Only a book or two a year ever do that to me and this one is definitely going to stay around. In my head. In my heart.
Read it. You have to read it. Here, here’s the link to it: go buy it right now. And if you’ve read it, please leave me a comment to tell me how very much in “live” you are with Dean Holder, too!
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