This is the third book that has ever made me cry.

The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue is a book about love and loss. It's about remembering when everyone else forgets. Addie's tale is simultaneously about acceptance and a thirst for something more. And that's what makes it so relatable, despite the fantastical nature of her narrative. Addie's story won't soon be forgotten and neither will Henry's. Their stories touched me because they are, underneath the facade of brilliant fiction, my fears personified. We all want to be free AND loved; it turns out that everything comes with a cost.