If You Haven’t Read Ugly Love, Are You Even Emotionally Damaged Enough to Be Here?📖
I’m not here to gatekeep, but if Ugly Love by Colleen Hoover didn’t emotionally wreck you and leave you staring at the ceiling like a ghost of your former self, you’re reading books wrong. Sorry, I don’t make the rules.
This book had me rooting for red flags, crying over a man who communicates exclusively through brooding and bad decisions, and questioning my standards in romance — which is exactly the experience I want when I open a novel.
If you’re into emotional trauma, toxic tension, and men who love silently but in the loudest possible way… welcome. Pull up a chair. We have tissues and questionable coping mechanisms.
And if you’re about to comment with something like “you should try Tolstoy instead,” I kindly ask you to walk into the sea with your War and Peace.
Anyway, here’s my elite, chaotic list of books that slapped me across the face and called it love