Nestled in a Book

There are only twenty-six letters in the English alphabet. You would think there would only be so much you could do with twenty-six letters. You would think there were only so many ways those letters could make you feel when mixed up and shoved together to make words.

However, there are infinite ways those twenty-six letters can make a person feel, and this song is living proof. I'll never understand how a few simple words strung together can change a person, but this song, these words, are completely changing me. I feel like my maybe someday just became my right now.

That quote is so true to how I felt while reading this entire book.

Let me preface this by saying that there is nothing that I could possibly write that would do this book justice. If there's ever been a book deserving of six stars, six flags, six promises of my undying love... it's this one. I have always been a huge fan of Colleen Hoover. There's not a book she's written that's anything less than extraordinary. But Maybe Someday is my very favorite masterpiece.

If this isn't perfection, I don't know what is. I can't ever remember a book making me feel this way. I could feel their pain, happiness, and internal struggles as vibrantly and intensely as if it were all my own. My iPad was covered in my tears.

It's amazing how many reminders I've had to give my organs in the last three minutes that should be basic, common knowledge.
Breathe in, breathe out.
Contract, expand.
Beat, beat, pause. Beat, beat, pause.
Inhale, exhale.

Ridge is not someone I will forget anytime soon. I hate using this word because it is over-used and has lost most of it's meaning but if you look up the definition for it and take it literally... Ridge is, in one word, amazing. I never expected him to be what he was. I never expected him to be how much of what he was. And what was he? He was a selfless, giving, caring, talented, miraculous human being. Somehow none of those words seem to do him justice. Miraculous comes close. He's also breathtakingly handsome, and somehow that's the least of his appeal.

His eyes scroll carefully over my face as if he's committing me to memory. His memory is the last place I want to be.
I would give anything to always be in his present.

Sydney is a college student who's just been betrayed by her boyfriend of two years and her roommate slash best friend. She trusts no one. She's heartbroken and homeless. But it just so happens that her neighbor is looking for a roommate and before she knows what's happening, she's been rescued. I can't tell you much beyond that without completely ruining the entire story for you. When you read it (not if, because you need to read this book), you'll understand.

I've learned that the heart can't be told when and who and how it should love. The heart does whatever the hell it wants to do.

Griffin Peterson's album is also nothing short of perfection. My next stop is to write a 5 star review for him.

Lines are drawn, but then they fade. For her I bend, for you I break.

Absolute perfection. I am in complete awe of Colleen Hoover. I am out words. There's nothing else that I can say about this book or its author or its soundtrack. I know how many thousands of reviews she gets now, but I hope that one day (maybe someday?) Colleen reads this and I hope she knows how very much this story touched and affected me. There's tears in my eyes as I write this. I hope she knows how much I cherish this book. I hope she knows how much I admire her. I hope she knows how special she is and how so very talented she is. I hope that if she does read this, she doesn't think that my words are an ego stroke and she takes them exactly for what they mean.