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5 stars

”maybe I’ve been wrong this whole time and the entire world is not through my eyes. maybe I’ve been trapped in a painting all along. smeared and brilliantly applied. every color is from the eye of someone who knows exactly what the hell they’re doing.

have you ever read a book that felt like it was written for you? Promise Me Sunshine was that book for me. an elegiac story brushed with grief, it was raw, nuanced, and achingly human. I adored every inch of it; the bruised, the unvarnished, the moments that burned with quiet shame. yet, amid the sorrow, there was something soft: the embrace of found family, the slow, delicate blooming of friends to lovers, the tender hum of healing. sunshine pressed against the dark, sadness whispering beneath promises, and I felt every pulse of it.

”but the thing about losing the person you love the most on earth is—somehow—you still have to do mundane things like tie your shoes and make enough money to continue to exist in this punishing world.��

Miles and Lenny were the perfect tandem. I found myself enchanted by their journey; from tentative strangers to devoted friends, helping one another through the darkest of days. Miles was the incarnation of the perfect companion, both friend and love interest. what I adored most was how he remained ever vigilant, attuned to the smallest changes in Lenny’s moods, deciphering each unspoken sign she cast his way and how helpless he was to create a concrete bond with his sister and her daughter. Lenny, however, was so achingly relatable it almost unsettled me. In her, I saw some broken yet radiant fragments of myself. she loved with a boundless heart, yet when it came time to face her own emotions, she stumbled, unsure where to begin.

“I said that you walked into hell and dragged me back out.�� something crosses his face.��

their love story resembled a slow waltz, each step tender and hesitant, circling around one another. I devoured every delicate, emotionally intimate moment they shared, each one infused into the pages with a quiet intensity. I couldn’t help but fall for them, their imperfect, bruised love story.

”he closes his eyes, opens them and there’s his brilliant love. “there’s only you, Lenny. every time �� it’s just you,�� he says, muffled as he kisses me. “and you.�� he kisses me again. “and you.��

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