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A review by sholey_woolv101
I fell in love with hope by Lancali
5.0
This book isn’t just about grief—it is grief. It’s the kind that lingers in the spaces between words, in the laughter that feels borrowed, in love that is both infinite and running out of time.
“We were dead kids. Broken kids. Kids who did not make it, kids who had to claw their way through days with fingers that bled.”
I Fell in Love with Hope doesn’t soften the pain. It lets it sink into you, lets it ache in the quiet moments. The friendships, the love, the desperation to hold onto something—anything—when the world keeps stealing from you.
“You don’t grieve people once. You grieve them over and over again.”
That’s what this book felt like. A slow, painful goodbye you knew was coming but still weren’t ready for. And when it ends, it leaves you standing in the aftermath, with nothing but echoes and the heavy weight of hope that refuses to die.
“We were dead kids. Broken kids. Kids who did not make it, kids who had to claw their way through days with fingers that bled.”
I Fell in Love with Hope doesn’t soften the pain. It lets it sink into you, lets it ache in the quiet moments. The friendships, the love, the desperation to hold onto something—anything—when the world keeps stealing from you.
“You don’t grieve people once. You grieve them over and over again.”
That’s what this book felt like. A slow, painful goodbye you knew was coming but still weren’t ready for. And when it ends, it leaves you standing in the aftermath, with nothing but echoes and the heavy weight of hope that refuses to die.