[SPOILER-FREE BOOK REVIEW] Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
If you’re reading this, well, you know the last-letter drill. You made it. I didn’t. Get off the guilt train, because I know if there was any chance you could have saved me, you would have.
I need one thing from you: get out of the army and get to Telluride.
My little sister Ella’s raising the twins alone. She’s too independent and won’t accept help easily, but she has lost our grandmother, our parents, and now me. It’s too much for anyone to endure. It’s not fair.
And here’s the kicker: there’s something else you don’t know that’s tearing her family apart. She’s going to need help.
So if I’m gone, that means I can’t be there for Ella. I can’t help them through this. But you can. So I’m begging you, as my best friend, go take care of my sister, my family.
Please don’t make her go through it alone.
“Funny thing about broken hearts – only the living have them.”
I want to start by saying that I share the opinions of the people who loved this book, but also with the people who didn’t finish it or gave it a 1-star review.
So here’s why, after thinking long and hard, I decided to rate this book with 4.5 stars.
This book had been on my TBR for a while and I couldn’t wait till it was released. It was my first book by Rebecca Yarros, but when I saw it on Amazon, something inside me felt like this book had the potential to become my next 6-star read (haven’t read one of those in a very long time!).
40-50% into the story and I was like ‘Heck yeah! My gut was right!’
The plot was good, the characters were strong and loveable, and I loved Rebecca’s writing. From then on, the story started to drag a little, but luckily just for a few chapters until Rebecca had her mojo back. There was a really sweet chapter around 85% of the book and I honestly think she should have wrapped the story up there.
I personally think it was the perfect moment to tie up loose ends and leave the rest to the imagination of the reader. Unfortunately, I had 50 more pages to go.
After that, the already dramatic story was lifted to a whole other level of heart-wrenching drama. Now, I’m not the person who cries reading books. In fact, my brother nicknamed me ‘Dementor’ because he believes I have no heart. When Bambi’s mother died I was like, ‘Sucks to be you, mate.’ So, me shedding some tears because of a story in the confined space of my bedroom is a rarity.
With The Last Letter, I cried for pretty much 50 pages straight.
I understand that for a lot of people this caused their rating to significantly drop. What could have been a 4-5 star book, immediately became a 1-2 star book. I get it. I honestly do.
Even though the book took a horrible turn, I bow down to you, Rebecca. Thank you for making me feel this much with your words.