I hate star ratings. They just seem so…unfair. And I don’t mean unfair for the thing being rated, but for the rater.
Sometimes, I like stuff. Yes, just like it. I enjoyed it/it worked fine/it was well-written, but I wasn’t overjoyed and pumping my fists in the air saying, “Heck yeah, best sport score EVER!" (That's a thing sports people say, right?)
I don’t think three stars is a bad rating, because 3 stars mean just that: I liked it. So with that in mind, let’s go on to Confess by Colleen Hoover. And to this book, Ms. Hoover, I give a whole 3 stars. Because I liked it.
We’ve established what 3 stars mean now, right?
I really liked the premise of Confess, which involves the Dallas-based artist Owen creating paintings based off of people’s confessions and deepest secrets while keeping his own skeletons tucked neatly away in a closet.
And then there’s Auburn, who has a pretty big secret of her own.
Things move quickly as Auburn and Owen are drawn to each other, and every step of the book I felt that there had to be something more to pair’s together but not-together relationship.
And I was correct. When I finally reached the end of the book (*ahem* A whole 2 days later because I may or may not have wanted to put it down until I figured out how those two were actually corrected…), everything fell together more beautifully than I could have ever imagined.
So hey, if you enjoy liking things, check out Confess, it’s worth it.