BOOK REVIEW: Ugly Love by Colleen Hoover

Ugly Love by Colleen Hoover

My rating: 

When Tate Collins meets airline pilot Miles Archer, she knows it isn’t love at first sight. They wouldn’t even go so far as to consider themselves friends. The only thing Tate and Miles have in common is an undeniable mutual attraction. Once their desires are out in the open, they realize they have the perfect set-up. He doesn’t want love, she doesn’t have time for love, so that just leaves the sex. Their arrangement could be surprisingly seamless, as long as Tate can stick to the only two rules Miles has for her.

Never ask about the past.
Don’t expect a future.

They think they can handle it, but realize almost immediately they can’t handle it at all.

Hearts get infiltrated.
Promises get broken.
Rules get shattered.
Love gets ugly. 

"But we were never friends. And I don't want to break your one and only rule by giving you false hope, so I'm not saying it.

FUCK THAT SHIT MILES!

REACTION AFTER READING THE BOOK

I did not finish this book.

I could not, for the life of me, finish this stupid book.

When I read Slammed a few years ago, I knew I would like everything Colleen Hoover would write. And true enough, when I read Maybe Someday, it blown me away just like Slammed did. It was just as good and just as heartwarming. So when I picked up, Ugly Love, I was expecting to read another awesome book that will make me fall in love again.

Sadly, that didn't happen with this book.

I gave up at around 40%. So what I did? I skimmed. And this review, will be based on the parts that I have read, and have skimmed over. I couldn't take another moment of Tate... I cannot take anymore of her internal struggles and monologues.

THE GIST

I don't know how to give a freakin summary for this book.

I'm going to try anyway so here it goes.

Tate first met Miles when he was passed out drunk in front of her brother's apartment. He was trying to get in, because he was too intoxicated to even know where his keys were. So Tate, helped Miles into Corbin's apartment as he instructed, and let him crash on the couch.

Last night, Miles was overly emotional (yes. he was crying). and also calling out to someone named Rachel. Tate wasn't affected by it at first, she was fine, as Miles was just a friend of her brother. There was nothing going on between them.

But the more time Tate spends around Miles, the more attracted she was to his mysteriousness and possibly with his "V"...

Oh my word, he has the V. Those beautiful indentations on men that run the length of their outer abdominal muscles, disappearing beaneath their jeans as if the indentations are pointing to a secret bull's-eye.

And because of a kiss, and possibly lust and lack of sex, the arrangement happened.

"I'm attracted to you, Tate," he says, his voice low. "I want you, but I want you without any of the other stuff."

I'm sorry, but if someone said that to me, I'll probably knee him on the groin and say "Oh hell no! Feel free to fuck your self dickface.".

So see where my problem started?

THE CHARACTERS

Tate

I actually liked Tate at first. She was kind of funny, and she seemed to be a very strong-willed girl. She proved me right about the strong willed part, but in the wrong way. Girl, why you have to be fucking doormat?

His voice invades me. Weakens me. Turns me into liquid again.

I don't think Miles mislead Tate at all, but I still think he was dick. He had been very clear from the start that all he wanted was sex. But no, Tate seemed to understand everything Miles have said except the words "JUST SEX. Also, Miles knew he was going to hurt her.

"Make me leave," he says, his voice pleading and warm against my throat. "You don't need this." He's kissing his way up to my throat, breaking for breath only when he speaks. "I don't know how to stop wanting you. Tell me to go, and I'll go."

I don't tell him to go. I shake my head. "I can't."

Sure you can't ask him to leave. I'm sure it was so hard. How could you say that to someone who's intentionally turning you on so you don't tell him to leave right? fucking dickhead Miles

Why do majority of the female lead characters in New Adult books have to be a pushover/doormat/loser/fool... seriously, the list could go on when it comes to a guy? A guy who obviously is an immature douchebag who only care about their feelings and not the people who they hurt. I'm sick and tired of that. I wish more New Adult writers could be more creative with their female lead. GIRL POWER PEOPLE!

Miles

Now where do I start with this asshat?

Okay. I would have to say that Past Miles was an overly, lover stuck teen. I think I prefer that Miles. Present Miles is a cold, mo-fo, asshole, who did not at all respect Tate. At least on the earlier part of the book. I get that he put his rules out there. And I guess that was okay, but when he saw that Tate was starting to develop feelings for him, he should have fucking stayed away. Stayed the fuck away, if he didn't want to have any sort of relationship with her, and not continued fucking her as if she was a blow up doll that he could bang anytime he wants. Tate was also at fault there anyway, because she allowed him too. So yeah, I guess they both liked it. Sigh. Whatever.

I like my heroes damaged. Miles was. But for some reason, I didn't really like him. I think it was because of the way his POV was told. It gave me a fucking headache.

My new favorite flavor is Rachel. what the fuck?

My new favorite thing is Rachel. objectification of women???

I want Rachel for my birthday. I want Rachel for Christmas. I

want Rachel for graduation.

Rachel. Rachel. Rachel.

I'm gonna fall in love with you anyway, Rachel.

Majority of Miles POV was like this. And it was annoying. If it was told in some other way, in a normal way, I would have felt for Miles. I would have cried. I would have liked this book more. This form of writing, disconnected me from Miles, which would have saved this book for me. Usually, when I don't like the female protagonist, the male one saves a book for me. But because of that stupid writing style, I could not relate to Miles at all.

I get what he went through was bad. I actually had to go through the lines twice I think before I got it. The impact of what happened to Miles got lost to me because of that stupid writing.

THE ROMANCE:

What? There was romance? There were a lot of steamy scenes though I must admit.

Oh boy did I wish it was me.... Haha.

The thing was... I think that was their chemistry. Sex. And I liked them when they were having sex. No drama. No push. No pull. Just pure sex. And they worked. But when the Miles drama got in the way. And when Tate was being a dishrag. I just could not take it.

The sex was the best part of the book.

FINAL WORDS

This book started out pretty strong for me, but when Tate started fall almost instantly with Miles, I was shaking my head in disbelief. Majority of the time, this was what I was saying... and this was just the 40% of the book.

"oh no bitch you aren't!!*

"no you can't let him do that to you!!!"

"come here so I knock some sense into you girl!!!"

When I started skimming through the rest of the book, I was even more disappointed with her because of all assurances she gives herself about Miles feeling something for her. But I guess Miles really did have feelings for her initially, lustful feelings that is. Nah. Just kidding.

And what the fuck was that about Miles falling insta-fucking-love with Rachel? That was weird. So weird. He sounded like a perverted, old man obsessing over a young girl he could not have. So not sexy.

I'm not gonna change my rating, but I would have to say that if Miles POV did not involve

This type of writing

I

would have

probably rated this book

a three.

There were things towards

the 

end

That could have actually moved me to

tears.

Now I understood why a lot of people felt emotional after reading this book. Too bad, I didn't work for me.

I'll end this review with one of the best lines I've ever read from any book. Despite not liking this book, I felt that these lines spoke to me the most, out of everything this book had to offer.

Ugly love becomes you.

Consumes you.

Makes you hate it all.

Makes you realize that all the beautiful parts aren't even worth it. Without the beautiful, you'll never risk feeling this.

You'll never risk feeling the ugly.

So you give it up. You give it all up. You never want to love again, no matter what kind it is, because no type of love will ever be worth living through the ugly love again.

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