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A review by thewallflower00
Verity by Colleen Hoover
4.0
This novel is about how important communication is in a relationship.
So like I said, I need to focus on bestsellers. And there’s five Colleen Hoover novels in the NYT list right now. Actually, I took a look at this while searching for comps for Replaneted, came upon this, and thought it looked interesting. Apparently, this is darker fare than Hoover’s usual romcoms. Probably others will berate me for starting with this, but I liked it just fine.
It starts morbidly with some pretty graphic descriptions of a man’s head getting crushed in a traffic accident. I guess that’s the litmus test–if you can take that, you can take the rest of the novel. Not that the rest of the novel is about gross Troma-esque head explodies. But it digs into some pretty sick stuff.
It’s like an updated version of Bronte-esque novels with a wealthy man who has a big secret, living in an isolated mansion, giving gobs of money to some nobody for some reason. In addition to the Brontes, I got strong Gone Girl vibes as well. This is a sexually charged thriller, maybe more sexually charged than I like, but I guess that’s Colleen Hoover’s signature move. The story itself has nothing new–it feels like part of a Tales from the Crypt-like anthology, something episodic, especially when it gets to the end (in terms of absurd cliches). It’s full of intense emotions (as a thriller should), but also treads no new territory.
So like I said, I need to focus on bestsellers. And there’s five Colleen Hoover novels in the NYT list right now. Actually, I took a look at this while searching for comps for Replaneted, came upon this, and thought it looked interesting. Apparently, this is darker fare than Hoover’s usual romcoms. Probably others will berate me for starting with this, but I liked it just fine.
It starts morbidly with some pretty graphic descriptions of a man’s head getting crushed in a traffic accident. I guess that’s the litmus test–if you can take that, you can take the rest of the novel. Not that the rest of the novel is about gross Troma-esque head explodies. But it digs into some pretty sick stuff.
It’s like an updated version of Bronte-esque novels with a wealthy man who has a big secret, living in an isolated mansion, giving gobs of money to some nobody for some reason. In addition to the Brontes, I got strong Gone Girl vibes as well. This is a sexually charged thriller, maybe more sexually charged than I like, but I guess that’s Colleen Hoover’s signature move. The story itself has nothing new–it feels like part of a Tales from the Crypt-like anthology, something episodic, especially when it gets to the end (in terms of absurd cliches). It’s full of intense emotions (as a thriller should), but also treads no new territory.