17 Jul 2016

Review: Ugly Love

'' I suppose if a man lived through the ugliest side of love, he might never want to experience it again. ''

★★★★★

There are these things called emotions. Every human being has them. Sometimes they make you happy, sometimes they make you love somebody, sometimes they make you feel proud, and sometimes they crush you. Stomp over you. Land on you with a Boeing 777-200 without landing gear. Put you through a shredder on the lowest speed. Make you feel so many emotions that you feel nothing at all. So, without further introductions, welcome to the wonderful experience of reading Ugly Love. It's a happy book, I can guarantee, if you feel the emotions described above happy.

Tate Collins is a 23 year old nurse moving in with her brother for a while before getting her own place. What she doesn't expect is to find a man, and a nice looking one, leaning on the door she's suppose to go in. A very drunken one.
Miles Archer. Miles Archer. Miles. A.R.C.H.E.R. *sigh* A pilot an the drunk guy leaning on the door. The truth is that Miles is troubled by his past so much, that he only has two rules: Never ask about the past and don't expect a future. The things he has gone through in his past are still on his mind and it seems he can't escape the ghosts.

I cried my eyes out. And no, not on the last page. I did cry there too, but I cried almost the last quarter of the book. And sometimes of happiness, sometimes of saddness. Sometimes of both. The emotions that you go through, if you like the book, are intense. Half of the time you don't know what you're supposed to even feel.

Ugly Love is not about emotionless sex. It's about loss, life, and over coming the things you fear the most.The wonders in life that happen but also the things we might have to give up on in order to continue. Most of all, it's about love. Not the beautiful side that you are used to hearing about, but the ugly side. The side that no one wants to acknowledge, but the side that still exists, and is almost as powerful as love itself. 

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