This book tormented me.I wanted to turn my back on it. Give up on it. Rip it apart. Walk away from it. But after putting it down for a week, it haunted me. I needed to know what would happen even though I was certain it wouldn’t comfort me, there would be no HEA, and I would grow fond of characters that I should actually despise.It was both hideous and beautiful.Nora. Elle. Eleanor. I saw myself in every side of her. Not what she did. Not what she was. But WHO she was. Though there’s no answer if you were to ask: who is she? Her lifestyle made my stomach turn. Her behavior reprehensible. “Don’t do it, Nora”, I found myself pleading with her time and time again in a variety of different scenarios. Yet, I respected her completely. Frighteningly, I wish to be more like her. Each man in her life unattainable: a priest, a man in love with his wife, a virgin...yet each totally hers. Don’t hurt Wes, NoraDon’t hurt Zach, NoraHeck, don’t hurt Soren, NoraDon’t hurt yourself, NoraConflicted. Every page.Every emotion.Every thought.This book made my heart ache. I’m both anxious and terrified to read the next one…
