Hollie’s Reviews > Reverse > Status Update

Easton when they’re on FaceTime:
“Put on your pyjamas, I’ll tuck you in.”

“Go to sleep. I’ll hang up when you’re dreaming.”

I’ll finish this book for Easton Crowne and Easton Crowne only. 🫠

“Welcome to this side of the glass, beauty.” 😭😭😭

The way this book infuriates me but he said that and I’m fucking gone?? How can I feel rage like lava AND be melting like ice cream????

“I want more for myself. And I want to give you so much fucking more. So think of what asking of me because I know exactly what I’m asking of you. This is me fighting dirty for us both. So please just admit it so I can give you the best parts of me because I want every fucking part of you.”

She DOES NOT DESERVE THIS MANNNNNN honestly I’m raging, you can do so much better, Easton darlin’.

Oh my god I’m so furious with this FMC. Really didn’t want this to be a hate read but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I’m genuinely so confused why this girl doesn’t think they could possibly be together? The reasons she says it’s impossible are complete conjecture??? It’s really pissing me off.

“I don’t miss them with an ache so deeply etched inside that it keeps me awake at night. And I sure as fuck don’t drive for hours in hopes they’ll spend a few days with me. And I definitely don’t jerk off to the image of them coming on my cock. I don’t feel this way for my ‘friends’, Natalie, close or otherwise. So I dare you to call me your ‘close friend’ again, I fucking. dare. you.” 🤭

“You punched a hole in my goddamn chest in Seattle, only to leave me in the dark to try to figure out how to fill it.”

“We’re too fucking close to fold. So just give me everything you have for seven more minutes. Seven minutes.”

Like the seven minutes Stella saved for Reid!!!!! Aaahhhhh 🥰

‘The craving is instant, the hunger unmanageable. Tilting her head, I feed. She opens further, our mouths fusing naturally. The crack in my chest becomes a gaping wound as I free fall into what I’m feeling, pouring myself into her.’

Fuck offffff 😮‍💨🫠

Calling it a ‘sequence’ isn’t right, but the tragically intertwining events of Andrew Wood —> Kurt Cobain —> Chris Cornell —> Chester Bennington just stopped me in my fucking tracks. You truly never know what you’ll discover when you read a book.