I need to write a blog today.
I wanted to write about me. Me. Me. Me. ME.
But I can’t. Because I finished a book called Fuck Love and it was so fucking amazing I can’t be all about me.
I must give props to Tarryn Fisher. You make pain so beautful.
You write words in a way that are so real. So fucking real.
I have all these words swirling around in my head. You pluck them out like brain bingo and arrange them in a way that I’ve always wanted to express myself but couldn’t.
LMWL and Marrow.
Mud Vein and Fuck Love.
To say I can’t wait for your next book would be like saying I can’t wait to take my next breath.
Until then, I’ll just keep breathing.
Here is my offfical review. In case anyone cares.
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Fuck Love makes me want to divorce my husband just so we can find each other again. Nobody captures the beauty in pain like Tarryn Fisher.
Only Tarryn Fisher can make reading acknowlegments fun. Is it weird that the last line of her acknowledgements is the one that made my heart fist pump the air? I hope he stays for all your winters.