Insanity, horror and dark fiction are my catharsis. Brutally honest reviews are on the house.
Very few books have left me both speechless, and in such a post-book fog. YOU is obsession in word form. I am not a fast reader. I devoured this book in just over a day: I read it, I ate it, I slept it, until there was no more to consume. I wanted to know what happened, but I didn't want it to end. YOU is a party that I don't regret being late to, because I wasn't tainted by spoiler reviews, and meaning-well friends giving me the entire plot. It was just YOU and me, and an obsession that, for a day, wasn't just my own.
Joe. For 448 pages I loathed Joe. I am Joe. What I hated in him is what I also see in myself. I'm not a stalker, but the potential for it is a line that is blurry, possible. We spend our lives deluded that insanity is a giant plunge off of a tall building, an event that makes an explosion when it happens. I believe that it's a destination that some of us have been edging towards since the day we were born, some just get there faster than others, and with less diversion. I think that sometimes there is no visible line, when YOU, the object of my affection, block out the sun.
YOU is, without a doubt, one of the best books I have ever read. As a book lover/collector/hoarder, I am surrounded by words, but very rarely do I find those which I can relate with on my level. Perhaps I'm insane, but briefly I didn't feel alone in that insanity, and I am in love with YOU in so many ways.
© 2018 by Andi Rawson of Andreya's Asylum