Forever, Interrupted: A Novel

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Even with how gorgeous Ana is, I’ve never heard her express satisfaction with her own looks. When I would say I didn’t like my small boobs, she’d remind me that I have long legs and a butt she’d kill for. She’d always confess how much she hated her short eyelashes and knees, that her feet looked like “troll feet.” So maybe we’re all in the same boat. Maybe all women feel like “before” photos. I need to see him!” I scream through my tears. “I need to see him! I need to be with him!” I drop to my knees in the middle of the road, cereal crunching underneath me. “Is he all right? I should be with him. Just tell me if he is still alive.” He seems too sexy to be a husband. He’s young and he’s tall and he’s strong. He’s so perfect. I sound like an idiot. But this is how it’s supposed to be, right? As a newlywed, I’m supposed to see him through these rose-colored glasses. “I was thinking of going by Elsie Porter Ross,” I say to him. Barely a week later, Elsie is standing over Ben's body laying lifeless in the emergency room and blaming herself for his death. Also standing beside her is Susan, her mother-in-law. They have never met, and Susan didn't even know Elsie existed in her son's life.

Hi,” he said. It took me a second to confirm he was, in fact, speaking to me. That easily, my interest was piqued.Starred Review. Touching and powerful...Reid masterfully grabs hold of the heartstrings and doesn't let go. A stunning first novel." - Publishers Weekly Touching and powerful...Reid masterfully grabs hold of the heartstrings and doesn't let go. A stunning first novel.”​ — Publishers Weekly (starred review) I'm not a fan of dual past and present POVs (however you call that), in some cases they do tie very nicely, here, that didn't really happen. I love you, Elsie Porter Ross,” he says, and he bends down to the couch to kiss me. He is wearing a bike helmet and bike gloves. He grins at me. “I really love the sound of that.”

Ana (the main character's best friend) was given so much importance throughout the book yet nothing much was mentioned towards the end of the book. Daphne showed up with two eggs Benedicts and my iced tea. She put them down in front of us, and I didn’t realize how hungry I’d been until the food was staring me in the face. I dug right in.even though it's extremely early TJR, this is well written and super readable. the heartbreaking present and the sweet past are woven together painfully well. it's a bit cheesy and predictable toward the end, but it's cathartic to see elsie begin to grow and heal. I just didn't feel anything for these characters and when the main story line of a book revolves around the death of a husband, it should make me feel emotional but I didn't cry once and it's not rare for me to cry in books. I just expected more from Taylor Jenkins Reid, considering that I have loved every single one of her other books. I am so confused as to why this book is so much worse than all her other books. I know it was her first book, but still. There it was. Do-or-die time. How to say it without screaming it with all of the nervous energy in my body? “You can have my number. It’s only fair.”

No, we do. I just… I want Fruity Pebbles.” We have adult cereals, boxes of brown shapes fortified with fiber. My eyes are parched from crying, my limbs weak… I shuffle over to Ben’s side of the bed as I get groggy and fall asleep. “I love you,” I say, and for the first time, there’s no one to hear it. Although I didn't love all of Elsie 's decisions or the way she handled a few situations throughout the book, I do appreciate the way in which TJR allows her characters to just tell their story. My body calms. My eyes dry. My face freezes, and my gaze falls onto a scaffolding and stays there. My arms feel numb. I’m not sure if I’m standing or sitting.I know that many of you are going to read that blurb and either think that maybe this book is too sad, too emotional, too much for you. But I wanted to try and give you my thoughts and experience reading it so that maybe it'll make it a little less scary.