Andrea’s Reviews > The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo > Status Update

Doesn’t it bother you? That your husbands have become such a headline story, so often mentioned, that they have nearly eclipsed your work and yourself? That all anyone talks about when they talk about you are the seven husbands of Evelyn Hugo?”
“No,” she told me. “Because they are just husbands. I am Evelyn Hugo. And anyway, I think once people know the truth, they will be much more interested in my wife.

S. 375
Evelyn it’s never going to let the thing that made her be the thing to destroy her. She was never going to let anything, even a part of her body, have that sort of power.
Evelyn is going to die when she wants to.
And she wants to die now.

S. 366
No one is just a victim or a victor. Everyone is somewhere in between. People who go around casting themselves as one or the other are not only kidding themselves, but they’re also painfully unoriginal.

S. 358 oh no. 😢
Say to them, “Evelyn Hugo just wants to go home. It’s time for her to go to her daughter, and her lover, and her best friend, and her mother.” Tell them Evelyn Hugo says good-bye.

S. 356 WHAT… 😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺
you can find a way to be happy with whatever the truth is.
Until your daughter dies.
Connor was diagnosed with late-stage breast cancer two and a half years ago, when she was thirty-nine. She was given months to live.

S. 355 Robert was a good man to everyone. Celia, Evelyn, Harry and Connor.
He was never disappointed in her.
And he was the first person to congratulate her when she took a job teaching at Wharton. She never knew that he had made a few calls on her behalf. He never wanted her to know. He merely wanted to help her, in any and all ways he could. And he did that, lovingly, until he died at age eighty-one.

S. 350 🩷💔🩷💔🩷💔🩷
Six years later, after Celia and I had spent more than a decade together on the beaches of Spain… Cecelia Jamison died of respiratory failure.
She was in my arms. In our bed.

S. 350 🩷💔🩷💔🩷💔🩷
Six years later, after Celia and I had spent more than a decade together on the beaches of Spain… Cecelia Jamison died of respiratory failure.
She was in my arms. In our bed.

S. 343 he is a good step-dad to Connor

He never replaced Harry. No one could. But he did ease the pain, a little bit. She asked his opinion about boys. She took the time to find him the perfect sweater on his birthday.
He painted her bedroom for her. He made her favourite barbecue ribs on the weekends.

S. 330 NOOOO😭😭
“I want you to stay, Harry. We need you.”“But if you have to go, then go. Go if it hurts. Go if it's time. Just go knowing you were loved, that I will never forget you, that you will live in everything Connor and I do. Go knowing I love you purely, Harry, that you were an amazing father. Go knowing I told you all my secrets. Because you were my best friend.”
Harry died an hour later.