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A review by kayetaz
Echoes of Us by Alex Cross
challenging
emotional
hopeful
sad
tense
medium-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? A mix
- Strong character development? Yes
- Loveable characters? Yes
- Diverse cast of characters? Yes
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
5.0
5 ⭐️
Spice: 🌶️🌶️🌶️.5/5
Format: ebook
I’m ruined. This book has ruined me.
You know how little things in a book give you hints that it will be absolutely devastating? Like it being a second chance romance. Like a single POV which guarantees that there’s something the other MMC will know that you’re not privy to until the right moment. Like a dual timeline where the present is sad and gut-wrenching and the past slowly changes from happy to crippling.
But you read on anyway and then can’t be shocked when it all blows up into something that has you sobbing.
I loved both Atty and Noah so much. I know Noah was a walking red flag, but he pulled me in just as easily as he did with Atticus. I just wanted him to be happy and okay. And Atticus was so sweet and patient and loving.
The addiction aspects of this book were heartbreaking but so brutally honest. The codependency, the love bombing, the mood swings. This book was honestly super triggering and traumatizing but I loved every second of it.
While I wish we got a longer taste of the super hard fought HEA, I’m just so relieved we did get one. This couple just felt inevitable. I loved them together, even at their worst, and I rooted for them the entire time.
Also I would be remiss if I didn’t talk about the FANTASTIC side characters we got. Holly was an amazing best friend to Noah and everything she did for him at the end had me bawling my eyes out. Colin and Ezra were also such great friends to Atticus. They supported Atty so much and were always there to step in when he needed them. I was kind of obsessed with how much Ezra hated Noah, and how blunt he could be with Atticus, because he truly needed it. And Colin was just always someone to lean on and eager to lend an ear.
Perfect characters, perfect story, perfect angst and groveling. This is going on a list of books I will hold on a pedestal and think about forever but will never, ever reread because it hurts too fucking much.