Let me tell you a tale. This is the tale of woman whose Facebook Book Club buddy went ahead and wrote herself a book. This woman was excited for her virtual friend, and thought it was a great achievement that said friend reached a life goal and published a novel.
Ever the supportive friend (we’ll call her Ro), she bought her friend’s book, and was anxious to read it. Ro knew that this was going to be an emotional read, since she was warned on Amazon.
Reader Beware: If you’re not OK with having your guts ripped out, this may not be the book for you. If you’re open-minded and willing to have a life-changing experience no matter what you have to go through emotionally, this is definitely the book for you.
Being the Certified Book Masochist (it’s a thing!) that she is, Ro moved this one to the tipee top of her “To Read” list. Why would Ro want to read a book that promises to rip her guts out? Well, friends, Ro is a sick pup and gets off on shit like that. True story.
Anyhoo, throughout this book, Ro feels all the feels. She is irritated, she is angry, she is swoony, she is deliriously happy. Then….BOOM.
Mo here! Whew! What a journey “Ro” went on in that story, huh? She seems like a crazy emotional mess! But enough about her, let’s talk about how I felt about this book. It’s honestly a little difficult for me to express how I felt about Every Rose. I mean, how does one sum up perfection? It’s not often that I will give a five star rating to a book. In order to get five stars, a book really needs to drag a sincere emotional reaction out of me. Every Rose does just that.
Lynetta Halat did a terrific job of blending the past and the present, weaving the love story of Michael and Lorraina through memories and journal entries. Michael Bang is an ultimate book boyfriend, a boy who had a hard life, who made bad choices, who works damn hard so that he can one day be deserving of the woman he’s always loved. He always had faith in them, and knew they would be together, even when Lorraina did not.
As soon as I was able to function after reading Every Rose, I messaged Lynetta Halat, pretty much cursing her for ripping my guts out, even though she warned me that she was going to. She is a total Book Sadist, and she got personal enjoyment from my tears. But if I’m being fair, I’d have to admit that I did too. Every Rose hurts so good! I, in turn, told my friends about it, and four of them bought this book right away. Two of them now hate me. I regret nothing!
I declare Every Rose by Lynetta Halat a definite 5-hankie read!