I was originally turned on to the book by Colleen Hoover (as I'm sure was the case for many of us), but it sat on my TBR pile for a while. Finally, my co-blogger Lori told me that I had to clear a space in my hectic reading schedule for it. I believe her words were NOW, BITCH (or something equally urgent)! So, that's exactly what I did. 
 Ugh. I was so broken. For days. I literally (figuratively) fell apart into little tiny pieces all over my floor. I'm still finding bits of my soul in weird places, like under the couch cushions and in the freezer. No amount of preparation or warning could have helped even in the slightest. It wasn't the first half of the book that did it. And it wasn't even the ending, which I was surprisingly okay with. It was the middle. I can't even say anything about it, because I'm in serious danger of spoiling it for anyone and everyone who will listen. So, please, do us all a favor and go read it, and then we'll form a support group. NOW, BITCH!