Has it been a while since you read about a guy who was emotionally closed off in a book?
Yeah? Then read Ugly Love.
Has it been a while since you got eeeeking-ly happy about the on-page chemistry between said guy and a female heroine who should want more but is happy to get pieces of a broken soul rather than nothing at all?
Yeah? Then read Ugly Love.
Has it been a while since you’ve been so torn about which relationship you want to cheer for, that a part of you hopes that the story never ends, that you never find out what happened, or that it might end on a random word just so you wouldn’t know?
Yeah? Then read Ugly Love.
Has it been a while since you’ve read about heartbreaking devastation that you find yourself inconsolable over, and in retaliation using the f-word in all the languages you know to condemn Colleen Hoover to the deepest and darkest pits of hell for doing this to you yet again? YET AGAIN! And then letting out one of those evil, diabolical laughs that you’re sure she does whenever she comes up with these stories?
Yeah? Then read Ugly Love.
Has it been a while since you woke up the next morning and realized that you love a book more after 8 hours of sleep than you did at the moment you finished reading it? That if this book was a person and that you didn’t have a significant other that you adored to the ends of the world, you’d probably toss him/her in a taxi and tell the drive to take you the nearest wedding chapel (or city hall)?
Yeah? Then read Ugly Love.
Has it been a while since you were thankful that your child wanted pizza for dinner that cooks for 17 minutes over the healthier choice of baked chicken breast and potatoes, with a side of grilled vegetable that cooks in 45 minutes because that means you have an extra 28 minutes to read a book?
Yeah? Then read Ugly Love.
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