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340 pages, Paperback
First published July 13, 2017
“Because unrequited love is like a dead, useless organ. It’s functionless. It’s sicker than a disease. You can cure a disease, but you can’t fix a defective soul.”
“He doesn’t even look like he belongs to this world. He is too beautiful, too haunted to be human.”
“Because I’m selfish, Layla. I’ll ruin you, set you on fire, and won’t even look back. I’ll take and take until you’re empty and hollow.”
“I was meant to live in the shadows and secrets. I can be Thomas’ secret, for a little while, at least—until I absorb all of his pain and set him free.”
“You’re in my fucking blood, and I’ll tear apart anyone who dares to fucking touch you.”
“You know, Layla, falling in love isn’t bad or wrong or even hard. It’s actually really simple, even if there’s no reciprocation. It’s the falling out that’s hard, but no matter how much you convince yourself otherwise , reciprocation is important.” – Kara
** Spoiler**
There's a line from Ed Sheeran's Shape of You- we push and pull like a magnet do- that encapsulates the love affair between Layla and Thomas.
Layla, the 20-yr old student and Thomas, 29-yr old published author and professor who also happens to be married and to a woman who simply wants out of the marriage. So, yes, the story has a double forbidden aspect that held my breath captive from start to finish.
There's a distinct empathetic feel to Layla, one that drags you into her vortex of self loathing and self-blame. It's remarkable how Kent makes you become Layla, her character a reflection of every woman who has ever been infatuated with/by an idea of the what if. Weirdly, I saw myself in her.
It helped that the writing was sublime, evocative, and just so darn addictive. Perhaps it was the absence of purple prose or the honesty of having Thomas be the antithesis of the usual male lead, whichever it is, it worked. I both felt angry at and saddened by his situation. And you know, men hurt too. They love and are not always loved back. Life, you know.
And Although I'm a staunch advocate for marital fidelity, the prose was compelling enough that I could view their affair objectively, I never felt misled or coerced into accepting it (unlike J. Ann's When Life Happened). Instead, I was sympathetic toward the characters- especially Thomas.
Overall, a moving story that truly reflects "when life happens".
My heart is not an organ.
It's more than that. My heart is an animal-a chameleon, to be specific. It changes skin and colour, not to blend in, but to be difficult, unreasonable.
A small smile blooms on my lips. I love that he hates me. See, hopeless. I've never loved hopelessness so much before.
“It was beautiful and right. It was wrong and ugly, just like the earth beneath my feet. It was tragic and ecstatic. It was everything I’d hoped love could be.”
“Before this, I was Layla Robinson, crazy in love with her stepbrother. Now, I’m Layla Robinson, crushing on her poetry professor.”
“Firecrackers burst over my skin at the way he said my name. As far as I’m concerned, my name is average, but his voice, the movements of his tongue against his lips, make it special.”
“We shouldn’t look for love stories where there are none to be found.”
He is my professor, an asshole, and he is married. This crush is triple doomed.
"We shouldn’t look for love stories where there are none to be found.”
Thomas Abrams is magic. He’s a wordsmith, a baby whisperer, a blue-eyed asshole, but most of all, he’s like me: brokenhearted.
"Damaged people recognize other damaged people. It’s like a club you don’t want a membership to"
-Colleen Hoover
"It’s like lyrics without music.” I forge on. “It’s so easy to lose yourself in the beat of music, but lyrics keep you grounded. It keeps your mind active, you know. You have to pay attention, listen to it over and over to get its meaning, to read between the lines.” I nod, agreeing with my own analysis. “Yeah. That’s why I like poetry. Because of the words. They ground me.”
“God...what are we doing?” I pant into his shirt.
“The wrongest thing we’ve ever done,” he says, repeating my words.
“Because unrequited love is like a dead, useless organ. It’s functionless. It’s sicker than a disease. You can cure a disease, but you can’t fix a defective soul.”
“I’ll pour the gasoline, light the match, and watch you burn, Layla—and trust me, you’re going to love it. I’m going to ruin you for every other man out there and you’re going to love every second of it.”
So maybe all of this is a good thing—all the sneaking around, breaking rules, fucking with the universe. Everything is worth it. For Thomas. Even though it’s inadvisable, I still build castles in the air. I still think of myself as a Cinderella and him as my tarnished, broken, kinky Prince Charming.
Somehow, someway, I have developed this crush on him. I know he’s married. I know he’s an asshole, rude and mean and some kind of a genius poet—but maybe that’s the appeal.
Thomas Abrams is magic. He’s a wordsmith, a baby whisperer, a blue-eyed asshole, but most of all, he’s like me: brokenhearted.
This is need. This . The flush of his cheeks. The clench of his jaw. The flare of his nostrils dragging in a bucketful of air as though his lungs are starved. He is starved for me.
He needs me. He needs to exert his power over me because his love has made him powerless. He needs me begging because his love has made him a beggar himself. The lust he feels for me comes from the love he feels for her.
I’ve thought about her heart a lot too. It’s big and fierce and soft and bright. It’s like a star or the moon or the entire fucking sky, and she’s giving it to me. She’s giving me the sky.
His blue and my violet. The colors with just a pinch of a difference, belonging to the same part of the spectrum of a rainbow.She's talking about eye color, but it could also be applied to how Thomas and Layla handle unrequited love.
The tiny words on the paper seem to have risen and attached themselves to my skin. I feel them everywhere, all the time, as if I know them.
"Art is painful, Layla. It's potentially dangerous. Explosive. It takes everything from you, sometimes more than you can afford. It's a beast, and it’s always starving. You feed it and feed it…until you have nothing left." He sucks in a breath. "But you don't mind because you'd rather chase the high of creating something than live in darkness. It's insanity."GAHHH... the writing is too good to explain, you just have to experience it. I have her first book on my Kindle and I'm really hoping I can pull on my big girl panties soon and read it, because I can't imagine her writing is less than stellar in that one as well. I'm also SUPER excited to see what comes next from her.
My heart is not an organ. It's more than that. My heart is an animal—a chameleon, to be specific. It changes skin and color, not to blend in, but to be difficult, unreasonable.BOOM! This is how the book starts. These are the first words we get from Layla. And I knew right then that a) I would love Layla and b) I would be obsessed with the writing, both ended up being true. I love heroines who feel left behind, who feel unloved and unwanted. Their pain just resonates with me, and Layla definitely fit the bill!
I like to sit up on my balcony and throw water balloons at people down on the street. When they look up, outraged, I duck behind the stone railing, but in those five seconds, I feel acknowledged. They knew someone was up there, throwing things at them. I like that.
Because I'm a girl who's not supposed to be the love of someone's life, not with my selfishness. I was meant to live in the shadows and secrets.I know everyone is swooning over Thomas, but I LOVED Layla... I really appreciated how self aware she was and how much she wanted to change, she just didn't know how.
There's a clench in my chest, as if my heart is shrinking. I wonder what it takes to be loveable. Maybe you have to be less crazy or less selfish or less…ruining.
I don't have to wonder what I’ll find when I look inside me—a selfish, crazy girl who fell in the wrong kind of love—so I'd rather not look.There were times when others might consider her "weak" for how she let Thomas treat her, but I never felt that way. She let him use her because she felt unworthy of anything more, and later on when she grew more confidence, she didn't let Thomas walk all over her. We really got to watch Layla grow, and I loved it!
I’m ravenous for the power she gives me. I want to abuse that power, unleash it, use it against her. I want to destroy her like I’m destroyed in this moment. She is too brave for her own good. I want to destroy that bravery, that pure courage.I did like him though. I enjoyed his dry sense of humor...
"It's not just students. I hate all humans, in general."
“So did you always want to be a stalker?”And when he wasn't being an ass, he was actually pretty sweet...
I don’t want to go back, because where I came from, there is no Layla.
“You bring them back…my words.”
She's here. In the city. Somewhere among the millions of people who live here is the violet-eyed girl I'm scared to dream about.
"[If] a lover is the one who waits, then, I'll wait. Forever."Honestly I don't have much to say about him. I liked him and Layla together. I would have preferred to see more of his sweet side, because I FLOVED him at the end. But I know that wasn't what this book was about, his asshole tendencies are a big draw, so I can't find much fault with that. I just like sweet heroes 😉
"Falling in love isn't bad or wrong or even hard. It's actually really simple, even if there's no reciprocation. It's the falling out that's hard, but no matter how much you convince yourself otherwise, reciprocation is important. It's what keeps the love going. Without it, love just dies out, and then it's up to you. Do you bury it, or do you carry the dead body around? It's a hard decision to make, but you have to do it."Saffron did a fantastic job of describing the pain and confusion that comes with unrequited love. That being said, I had some qualms about the unrequited relationships...