Ramya
I felt this was so dry for me. Rosie's sister, Bree, didn't care for her. Rosie, her character doesn't match well with her (girl, for fucks sake, you got bullied and put into the trunk of a car, but you are inside a tank for 3 hours, you come out completely fine).
He falls for her at first sight but scowls at her every time he sees her. (Is it love?)🤷♀️
The Insta-love trope killed me.
Daisy, it's not good to get straight to bed when you discover him liking you less than 2 hours after being stuck with him due to an earthquake.
Such a fun read. I really enjoyed this short book. The emails and their communication is so cute. The thing I find not comforting is how callum is so handsome and nice type of guy and Terra feel herself as low-key not so attractive type(The similar trope) but hands down the emails are the best thing I loved and adored..
I did not quite enjoy the book. However, I loved the beautiful setting as described in the story. It's about dealing with death of the grandmother, which made it sensitive and heartfelt, but instead of being uplifted, it only left me feeling sadness. Although there were some controversial aspects of this novel that I found mildly displeasing, I decided to ignore them so as to concentrate on what this story wanted to convey. Though it was fine to read, it didn't have enough strength to change my mood or influence me for long.
This is a novella, but it's from the point of view of Warner. Which is all I could ask for.
Marianne had the sense that her real life was happening somewhere very far away, happening without her, and she didn't know if she would ever find out where it was and become part of it.
Marianne and Connel
Karen, Joana, and Lorraine;
Karen
Lorraine
Joana
You were the only one I got along with. Frankly, I don't think Jamie or Peggy are particularly good people. It's not my business if you want to be friends with them; that's just my opinion.
Alan
Denise
She believes Maianne lacks “warmth,” by which she means the ability to beg for love from people who hate her.
Denise gave a tight-lipped smile. If you can't handle a little sibling rivalry, I don't know how you're going to manage adult life, darling, she said.
You know, Marianne is a very vulnerable person. And you did something very exploitative there, and you hurt her. So maybe it's good that you're feeling bad about it.
He had never tried to delude her into thinking she was socially acceptable; she'd deluded herself.
He pitied her in the end, but she also repulsed him.
I don't know what's wrong with me, says Marianne. I don't know why I can't be like normal people.
I'm used to it, she says. I've been lonely my whole life, really.
She started...
He stared...
🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️
We Stared...
So, basically, it Had a lot of repetitive and staring scenes, and also, his voice sounded like “Whiskey and Sin.” Morana is the nerdy Wattpad girlie.
Regardless of this, the tension between Tristan and Morana is what I'm living for
Rooting heavily for them.
She started 🕊️
He stared 🕊️
We stared 🕊️🕊️🕊️
I was expecting a bit more directness in this book, but to be honest, I lost focus during a few chapters. However, the story quickly picked up again in the next one.
One thing I missed was Tristan's point of view. We only get to hear about his feelings for Morana from her perspective, where she tells us he loves her instead of showing us his emotions directly. I was hoping for more of Tristan's inner thoughts, especially considering how strong the connection between them is.
That said, this book is much more enjoyable than the first one. The writing flows better, and the pace is more engaging.
But this “Whiskey and sin” and his “Blue eyes” will forever haunt me because of its repetitive use in the book.
In “So Late in the Day,” Claire Keegan explores how men like Cathal, who is considered as a “bad Irish specimen” represent a wider issue affecting Western society. The story starts with pity for Cathal's loneliness and ends up showing his lack of emotional intelligence and sexism that led to break up. Keegan captures well the character of Cathal through minor things like his meanness and finally his pathetic state. Nevertheless, this approach undermines the impact of direct misogyny on the reader's opinion but still one cannot question its powerful depiction, yet they look forward to more of her unique storytelling voice.
‘She also said that to some of you, we are just cunts,' she went on, ‘that she often hears Irish men referring to women in this way, and calling us whores and bitches. We had reached the end of the bottle and had not yet eaten but I remember clearly– that's what she said.'
