November 9 has become my new favorite Colleen Hoover book. It was SO GOOD. Ugh, the feels. But that’s what Hoover does best. Every time, I just want to sob, while hugging the book to my chest. There’s even a bonus appearance of Miles and Tate! I might have squealed a little, tiny bit.
Half way through the book, I was asking myself where the angst was, because this would not be a Hoover book with out some serious angst. BAD QUESTION. SHAME ON ME. HOW DARE I. I got my angst, and I wanted to cry.
I loved this book for the fact that the characters were flawed. They had these tragedies happen to them that left them with scars, both on the inside and out (in Fallon’s case). I loved that Fallon had these physical scars, simply for the fact that almost every heroine in a story is always described as this beautiful person with no flaws. Yet here is this beautiful woman, who has these obvious flaws and struggles with self-esteem because of them, and meets this man who basically tells her to stop it, you are beautiful, do not put yourself down. And I swear Benton James Kessler was trying to break my heart through most of the story. Or make me fall in love with him. Probably both.
Just . . . go get this book. Go. Read it. And fall in love with Fallon and Ben.