Published by Self-Published on 12/31/15
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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.
A manic love story.
A delirious romance. With F*ck Love Tarryn Fisher brings romance and comedy, and adds her unique writing style to create an irreverent, somewhat outlandish romance, but one with meaning. I loved all of it.
F*ck Love is more about character than plot. Or more accurately, the characters drive the plot. Who was it that said that plot is character revealed by action? Yeah, this is that kind of book to me.
In the opening chapter something happens to Helena. I won’t tell you specifically what it is, because, well, spoiler. This event causes her to question the life she’s living and the people around her. This event is the catalyst for most of the decisions that Helena makes; good ones, bad ones, and ugly ones. Another, maybe more level, person might not react the same way that Helena does, but she is who she is and she does what she does, and I just held on for the ride. I loved it. I don’t think I’ve had more fun reading a Tarryn Fisher book.
Fisher is someone who generally shuns formulaic writing, but I have to say that some aspects of the story are familiar. Although, that might just be her distinct writing style, since even its familiarity doesn’t lend to predictability. In a sense, F*ck Love is a blend of past releases, with Helena a mixture of all of Tarryn’s heroines, except maybe Red. Hmm…maybe a little bit of Red. Personally, I love Helena in all her manic, insecure, irreverent, awkward and courageous beauty, but if the reader can’t identify with her then they might just think she’s crazy. Generally, most people don’t have their shit together, but some really don’t have their shit together. Helena is one of those, and she’s my soul sister.
A beautiful mess. A mess of love.
F*ck Love is a journey of realization, a journey of discovery, a journey love – self-love, romantic love. It’s a story about seeing who you are and what you want and what you deserve, and going after it, not matter what anyone things. No matter what you think. It’s an impulsive story. It’s a compulsive story. The prose is striking, the characters are vibrant, and at its heart is a wonderful story about love that lingers.
I read this twice in two days and I have dreams about it. I’m in love with F*ck Love.