If We Were Villains A Novel
Reviews
James you are very much alive to me
theater kids
My life will never be the same after this book I found one of my new favorites I don’t know if I want to cry or laugh like a crazy person and this end like pls pls just tell me don’t give me false hope
I am absolutely shattered but I also am relieved.
I loved every word of this book and it will take endlessly long to recover, I hate how it ended for Oliver, it's just so unfair but I do know that it's the only true way for this story to end.
If I could talk to the author I would say I do feel things twice. I love her work and hate it too.
If I could, I would give even more stars. I loved this book so much, i literally didn't want to finish reading it. I haven't cried this much over a book in quite a while, really made me go through emotional turmoil.
I WILL make this part of my personality for the foreseeable future and force all my friends to read it as well.
dramatic and heartbreaking; i loved this book with my whole heart and couldn’t stop reading
This was absolutely astonishing! It had dynamic dialogue, gloomy setting, and a very relatable main character. This is what I believe a re-imagination of Woolf’s waves would look like, but embroidered with twist after twist. Do yourself a favor and don’t read any content-based reviews before, as going in blindly makes it so much more impactful.
Highlights
“I think he was enamored with you because you were so enamored with him.”
First, the reckoning. Then, the fall.
My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself " he said. “Because it is an enemy to thee"
For someone who loved words as much as I did, it was amazing how often they failed me.
“Thy friendship makes us fresh."
This mimesis of conflict means more solidarity among those who can fight the same enemy together and who promise one another to do so. Nothing unites men like a common enemy.
"Wherein I am false I am honest; not true, to be true."
"People always forget about Filippa," I add. "And later they always wish they hadn't."
We’re only ever playing fifty percent of a character. The rest is us, and we’re afraid to show people who we really are. We’re afraid of looking foolish if we reveal the full force of our emotions.
But that is how a tragedy like ours breaks your heart—by making you believe that the ending might still be happy, until the very last minute.
I wondered if she felt the fleeting stillness of my fitful, troubled soul.
I thought of the night of the party, when he and I had stood together in the garden, peering up at the heavens through a jagged hole in the treetops. Our last isolated, innocent moment; the stillness that precedes the blows and billows of a storm.