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Title: Verity
Author: Colleen Hoover
Genre: Romance, Thriller, Mystery
Pages: 333
My Rating: 2 stars




What you read will taste so bad at times, you’ll want to spit it out,
but you’ll swallow these words and they will become part of you, part of your gut, and you will hurt because of them.
Yet…even with my generous warning…
you’re going to continue to ingest my words, because here you are.
Carry on.

Super disappointed that I didn’t love this book. I read that this wasn’t the usual style for Colleen Hoover, and everyone was praising her for attempting to go into another genre and doing a really good job of it, so I decided to give it a shot. Although this was a pretty good book, it had way too much romance for my taste, and a good chunk of the book was taken up by characters having sex. These sexual encounters were periodically interrupted by normal everyday occurrences and some tense moments/unsettling revelations, but not enough to keep the pace where I felt it should be. By the ¾ mark I could feel myself starting to lose interest, and I was dying for things to pick up.

“It’s been another week of reading Verity’s manuscript, and I’m bored.
I’m finding it repetitive.”

You and me both, Lowen.


I really couldn’t relate to any of the characters, and I didn’t find myself caring all that much what ended up happening to them. (Except the children, of course.) There were a couple moments that had tension and where I wanted to find out what would happen, but it wasn’t enough to keep my full attention. When you have to push yourself though almost all of a book to reach a payoff that didn’t feel big or intense enough, it just isn’t worth it.

The whole plot revolved around a misunderstanding and that’s just not enough for me. Sure it was tragic, but it just didn’t pull me in and make me feel like it should have. I saw someone compare this book to The Ghostwriter by Alessandra Torre, and I completely disagree. The Ghostwriter had me completely wrecked and bawling at the end, and this book had me shrugging my shoulders. I also couldn’t really get behind the letter at the end; the voice felt off and I kept thinking to myself ‘why would she write this?’ and ‘why is she explaining things to Jeremy if he was there to experience them?’. It just didn’t make sense that she would feel the need to write all of this and explain away everything that had happened to that point. It felt like it was in there to please the reader, and it didn’t hit the mark for me.

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