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A review by opheliapo
The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue by V.E. Schwab
3.0
I would’ve really enjoyed this if it weren’t for the following:
- Addie has literally sold her soul to see the world and has all of time to explore it, and she spends 300 years in the aesthetic parts of Europe and the USA only (there’s never even a hint that she travels beyond the western world), sleeping with pretty nondescript artists and writers. Her character never develops drastically, which doesn’t ring true to life, especially considering she can apparently remember everything she did since being cursed perfectly.
- Henry was a drip. ‘Oh, but he was depressed!’ yah, one can be self serving, juvenile, and depressed all at the same time. I had very little sympathy for him.
All Henry do is cry about breakup from woman with no redeeming qualities, cry about perfect job in New York bookshop, and cry about amazing friends.
- The writing was pretty but sometimes it felt like Schwab was laying it on a bit thick, and the plot and characters felt like the product of an aged up YA novel.
- The bathroom plothole??? Like I can’t believe I haven’t seen a single review about this! How can a woman who is forgotten as soon as someone leaves the room spend 300 years schmoozing men in bars without them once getting up to use the bathroom?? Has V. E. Schwab ever been to a bar? People are pissing all the time!!
- Addie has literally sold her soul to see the world and has all of time to explore it, and she spends 300 years in the aesthetic parts of Europe and the USA only (there’s never even a hint that she travels beyond the western world), sleeping with pretty nondescript artists and writers. Her character never develops drastically, which doesn’t ring true to life, especially considering she can apparently remember everything she did since being cursed perfectly.
- Henry was a drip. ‘Oh, but he was depressed!’ yah, one can be self serving, juvenile, and depressed all at the same time. I had very little sympathy for him.
All Henry do is cry about breakup from woman with no redeeming qualities, cry about perfect job in New York bookshop, and cry about amazing friends.
- The writing was pretty but sometimes it felt like Schwab was laying it on a bit thick, and the plot and characters felt like the product of an aged up YA novel.
- The bathroom plothole??? Like I can’t believe I haven’t seen a single review about this! How can a woman who is forgotten as soon as someone leaves the room spend 300 years schmoozing men in bars without them once getting up to use the bathroom?? Has V. E. Schwab ever been to a bar? People are pissing all the time!!