If God didn’t believe in me, then I’d have to believe you were just a coincidence. 'I recently concluded that there’s no other explanation for how you and I could end up on the same planet, in the same species, in the same century, in the same country, in the same state, in the same town, in the same hallway, in front of the same door for the same reason at the exact same time. That’s that last star - in a world where nothing can be perfect, that last star is handed to how beautiful an author can execute it's imperfections.

The Old Bard of Avon included in this, but it’s about how all those tiny little imperfections (this metaphor is becoming very rhythmic with this book’s title) wrap up to make it perfect. I’ve also found that every book has many little imperfections. And near nothing - not even Shakespeare wrote perfection. That last star means that I would take that book into fresh hell and back and still hold it like it’s everything beautiful in life. Not because I hate loving books, but because to me that last star is the seal of perfection. That book would have affected me in such a way that every time I go back to loving it, there would be that familiar sting of worship. In fact, those of you on here that are accustomed to my reviews know that it literally psychically hurts me to five star a book.

This very rarely is approached in today's writer society and so, it's colossal in it's results. Sometimes, I think I appreciate Colleen Hoover when she marries the romance genre with sensitive and usually, skirted upon topics within literature. ' Sometimes I look at him and feel such an overwhelming appreciation for him, I almost want to write thank-you notes to our exes.' Let it hit you full force, you may be on the ground for the next couple of days - but I guarantee you, it's worth it. I also recommend going into this one blind. I can't, because nothing I can possibly write will do it justice. I don't plan on writing a small ass summary of what this book is about or a blurb. (Sorry for the double negative, it's one of those days, bear with me) I don't think I have ever not regretted reading a book like this one. I finished this book at 4:06 in the morning and I'm still sitting here re-reading some of the paragraphs and sobbing to myself. That is what awaits every single person that picks up this book you've created. “If you only shine light on your flaws, all your perfects will dim.” I shall now write a resemblance of a review whilst picking up the pieces. All Your Perfects acted very slowly like a vice on my heart and before I knew it - it had taken it and shattered it. This speed-train of a novel hit me hard enough for it to become one if not the best of my reads this year. It reminded me of the small magic within the big hardships we conquer for love.

This book was a raw and emotional reminder of why I read romance. “I love you more in this moment than any moment that has come before it.”

All your perfects sequel