Helena Conway has fallen in love.
But not unprovoked. Kit Isley is everything she's not—unstructured, untethered, and not even a little bit careful.
It could all be so beautiful...if he wasn't dating her best friend. Helena must defy her heart, do the right thing, and think of others.
Until she doesn't.
" "Do you know that feeling you have right now? The bewilderment, the fear, the fascination?" I nod. "That's what I feel every day. Because I've never loved someone like I love you." "
This was such a quirky read! From the title alone, you can assess that this is not going to be your average read, and Tarryn did not disappoint! Filled with love, heartache, new beginnings and ending, F**k Love takes you on an emotional journey through love. Have you ever been so torn up over a dream or a thought, that you cannot live your daily life? If so, you need to read F**k Love! From beginning to end, this book is a roller coaster, filled with ups and downs!
"That hurts. God, does it. I've seen that life. He doesn't even know what he's talking about. In his mind, I'm just some possibility that could have been, but in my mind, he's the only possibility."
Consumed by a dream, Helena cannot function throughout her daily life without thinking about this dream, and Kit. When it becomes to much, Helena leaves her life, only to find that she cannot escape the essence of the dream.
With new friends, new hopes, Helena tries to move on, but is constantly pulled back into the idea of her dream. Except reality is harsh, and when she realizes that her dream life will never happen, Helena tries to move on. But can she?
Kit, unknowingly perfect, is the reason why Helena's dream consumes her daily thoughts. However, Kit is drawn to the same idea of the dream as well, and tries to fight it. Can these two people, distracted by the real world, come together and find the meaning of this dream?
"Contrast is important in life. We understand what light is because we can compare it with what we know is dark. Sweet is made sweeter after we eat something bitter. It's the very same with sadness. And it's important to experience sadness, to embrace it in order to truly know happiness."
I really enjoyed this book. Tarryn wrote Helena with such gustso and sarcasm, I often found myself laughing out loud while I read. I really appreciated this from Tarryn, as Helena was a relatable character, because she was real. Real hopes, dreams, and fears. I did however, feel a little lost at the end, but I did not deter me from loving this book!!
Part of Chapter One :
“You are supposed to be with me.”
What words are these? They startle me, and at first I think I’ve heard him wrong. He’s leaning across the table while our significant others are twenty feet away, waiting in line for our food.
“You and me,” he says. “Not us and them.”
I blink at him before I realize he’s making a joke. I laugh and go back to looking at my magazine. Actually, it’s not really a magazine. It’s a math journal, because I’m super cool like that.
“Helena…” I don’t look up right away. I’m afraid to. If I look up and see that he’s not joking, everything will change.
“Helena.” He reaches out and touches my hand. I jump, pull back. My chair makes a horrid scraping sound, and Neil looks over. I pretend that I dropped something and reach under the table. Under the table are our shoes and legs. There is a blue crayon lying at my feet; I pick it up and resurface.
Neil is at the front of the line ordering our food, and my best friend’s boyfriend is waiting for my response, his eyes heavy with burden.
“Are you drunk?” I hiss. “What the fuck?”
“No,” he says. Though he doesn’t look so sure. For the first time, I notice the scruff on his face. The skin around his eyes is sallow. He’s going through something, maybe? Life is being bullshit.
“If this is a joke, you’re making me really uncomfortable,” I tell him. “Della is right there. What the hell is wrong with you?”
“I only have ten minutes, Helena.” His eyes move to the blue crayon, which is resting between our hands.
“Ten minutes for what? You’re sweating,” I say. “Did you take something, are you on the crack?” What type of drugs make you sweat like that? Crack? Heroine?
I want Neil and Della to come back. I want everything to go back to normal. I spin around to see where they are.
“Stop saying my name like that.” My voice shakes. I make to stand up, but he grabs the crayon, then my hand.
“I don’t have much time. Let me show you.”
He’s sitting very still, but his eyes remind me of a cornered animal: frightened, panicked, bright. I’ve never seen that look on his face, but since Della’s only been dating him for a few months, it’s a moot point. I don’t really know this guy. He could be a druggie for all I know. He turns my hand over so it’s palm up, and I let him. I don’t know why, but I do.
He places the crayon in my palm and closes my fist around it.
“You have to say it out loud,” he says. “Show me, Kit.”
“Say it, Helena. Please. I’m afraid of what will happen if you don’t.”
Because he looks so afraid, I say it.
“Show me, Kit.” And then, “Should I know what this is?”
“No one should,” he says. And then everything goes black.
Tarryn Fisher’s Bio
Tarryn Fisher is a New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author of eight novels. Her newest novel, F*ck Love, released on New Year’s Eve, 2015 and she is currently working on the third installment of Never Never. She is the co-founder of Clothed Caption, a fashion blog she runs with her friend, Madison Seidler. Tarryn resides in the Seattle area with her family. She loves rainy days, Coke, and thinks Instagram is the new Facebook. Tarryn is represented by Amy Tannenbaum of the Jane Rotrosen Agency.
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