Reviewed by Linda on
The Problem With Forever gave me all the feels, and it took me a while to be able to actually write a full review - no coherence for days.
I love NA novels that make me sad, angry, happy - sometimes all at the same time. The Problem With Forever really rose to the occasion and made my heart break more than once, and I cried, laughed and cheered. I also screamed a bit - especially at Mallory's adoptive dad - because characters did or said stuff they really shouldn't have. Mallory and Rider *sighs* they have been through so much darkness and abuse, it's truly amazing they can function and have any kind of hope at all. They were in the same foster home until something really bad happened, and Mallory was taken to the hospital, where she was later adopted by two doctors. And then she was homeschooled, because for the longest time, she didn't talk. At all. Because she had to be as quiet as possible in her foster home, just to stay safe from her foster dad's explosive anger.
Rider and Mallory tried their best to take care of each other when they were children, and after they were separated, they both thought they wouldn't ever see each other again. And this was true until Mallory started high school for her senior year so she could get ready for college. The Problem With Forever captured the way both Mallory and Rider had been lost without each other, and how strong their bond was because they had grown up in the same sad and dark situation. I loved seeing them get to know each other again, and I especially loved the character development that showed Mallory transform from 'Mouse' to a young woman who was able to stand up for herself and use actual words to do so.
The Problem With Forever touched my heart in all the right ways, and just thinking about it - I finished reading it over a week ago - makes my chest heavy all over again. Armentrout truly outdid herself here, both with the story, and the characters. I was captivated from page one.
I nodded as my heart turned into a gooey mess. He actually remembered that I drank milk every chance I got - that and Cokes, when Rosa and Carl let me get away with it.
Page wasn't lurking by my locker Thrusday morning. Jayden was as I switched out my books. An act of God held up his baggy jeans. That faint earthy smell clung to is Ravens T-shirt.
What I was lacking wasn't thinner thighs or a flatter stomach. It was courage. The fat was, I was a giant scaredy-cat. how could I bet thinking about a guy's lips when I couldn't even get mine to work to form words?
Reading updates
- Started reading
- 7 June, 2016: Finished reading
- 7 June, 2016: Reviewed