But the journey becomes more searing and soul-searching than either could have anticipated.
Simone explores faith in radically profound ways in her writing, andSaintis no exception.
Can sex be sacred rather than profane?
Simone brings a pagan heart to a Catholic soul, searching and pushing and hurting with a breathtaking profundity.
But does that mean that a celibate life is the only thing that can save him?
What if there’s room and love and adoration enough for both?
Aiden needs neither hair shirt nor whip to self-flagellate, and Simone writes of depression with a visceral ache.
She wrestles faith into something that feels both deeply mysterious and joyously intimate.
The novel is a love letter to emotional availability and therapy.
Weatherspoon’s writing is crisp and detailed, drawing readers in from the first pages.
But Vivi never expected the curse to work.
The romance is a bit slight.
Rhys and Vivi’s chemistry feels propelled by magic in that it’s just sort of there.
It’sPractical Magicsans the domestic abuse and dead true loves.
As Dev pushes Charlie to open up, the two instead fall for each other.
But are either of them willing to throw out theEver Afterscript and seize a real happy ending?
To quote a former Bachelorette,she did the damn thing.
Bell’s books are lush, dotted with vibrant bluestockings and brooding heroes who love with ferocity.
But somehow, it’s a literary breakthrough.
This novel is destined to give readers the same fluttery feelings it grants Olive.
Her voice is equally as sarcastic and wry as it is earnest and joyful.
It’s an elegant and profound truth at the heart of an enchanting feminist tale.