4.5 stars
Evol by Author Cynthia A. Rodriguez is a contemporary romance novel with hopes for a second chance at love.
“You think hurt cancels out love. Or that your brain has even a fraction of control over your emotions. These are the musings of a fool.”
If you could know the end from the beginning, would it make a difference? I had no idea what to expect from this story, but I went in with fear. The blurb made it seem like one thing, and although that overview piqued my interest, I anticipated so much more.
“You don’t know longing until you’re sitting across from the person you love, the person who has your whole heart, and you can’t reach them. You can physically reach out and touch them but your words, your actions, your spirit doesn’t reach them anymore. You’re strangers. But your heart can’t tell the difference.”
I LOVED this novel. This is actually the first book I’ve read by this author, and she nailed this story. The first thing that caught my eye was the blurb and beautiful cover. But, upon opening the book, I became hooked on the chapters’ poetic beginnings; they were beautiful! Just as consuming and artistic as the prose was throughout the body of the story, these exposed the raw reality that gave weight to every stanza.
Denise was an island of intense affection. She didn’t give it out easily or to everyone. But if she let you into her atmosphere, you would know you were loved with an all-consuming love. This is both a gift and a curse. While she got so much pleasure from this, pain broke in as well. I could feel her holding onto every moment, squeezing every memory from it, dissecting it, reliving it. The only way to recall her pain was through tear-stained lenses.
“I just want him to know how I hurt, to make it not hurt so badly, to care that I love him, to . . . love me.”
Gavin made me want to scream! I really detested him. I honestly didn’t give him a chance. I connected with Denise. He hurt Denise. I loathed him. End of. Or maybe not.
“Women should never build shrines with the pieces of their broken hearts. No man can ever compete with the god you create from memories.”
This story was a slow burn and scorch of my skin. It made my heart ache with a thousand singes of pain that grew deeper and deeper as each day ticked by and the story became more clear. I was overwhelmed, like getting caught in a riptide and fighting to surface for air.
“I don’t want a hurt to match my own. I want a love to soothe it.”
Evol was an emotional journey chronicling love from end to beginning. It proved that the beauty of words can drown the soul in its depths and make it crave more while struggling to revive itself. Make time for this novel. Don’t rush it. Feel it. Let the words marinate. Digest it. Heart it.