BOOKS I'VE READ IN 2025 -> The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid ★★★★★

↳ EVELYN & CELIA ✧･ﾟ: ↳ ❝ I spent half my time loving her and the other half hiding how much I loved her. ❞

— Seven Husbands Of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid

you have no idea how badly i need this to happen

Ana de Armas as Evelyn Hugo

Anya Taylor-Joy as Celia st. James

Zendaya as Monique Grant

Harry Styles as Harry Cameron

Jenna Ortega as Connor Cameron

Girl, Harry is the love of her life not Celia.

I used to read this book with my ex, and we’d joke about being Celia and Evelyn—me as Celia, her as Evelyn. The way Celia loved with everything she had, the way Evelyn fought for what she wanted. We were so sure we understood them, as if we could never end up like them. The love we had was ours, right? Special. Unbreakable.

But now, I’m sitting here, holding the book close, and I realize I’m both Celia and Evelyn now. I see Evelyn's strength, the way she’s learned to guard herself, and I feel that in my bones. I feel Celia’s vulnerability too, her desperate desire to be loved, to be enough. The heartbreak of losing the person you thought would be there forever, it cuts deep. But somehow, even though it hurts, it’s also freeing. It’s like finding a part of me I didn’t even know I’d lost, a part of me that was hidden, waiting for the right time to show itself.

I understand Evelyn in a way I didn’t before. I understand my ex in a way I never could. How they both loved with everything, how they carried their scars, how they gave pieces of themselves away for love. It’s strange, but in some odd, painful way, reading this now is helping me heal. Maybe that’s the magic of Evelyn Hugo—her story is a tragedy, but there’s hope tucked in there too. Her strength doesn’t erase her pain. Her courage doesn’t make her any less human.

I don’t know what the future holds. But I think that’s the point. Maybe that’s why I keep coming back to this book—because, in the end, it’s about surviving our stories. About being okay with the pain, because even in that, there’s freedom. There’s a recognition of who we are, of who I am flawed, messy, loving fiercely, and still learning how to pick up the pieces.

oh sudh-budh khoyi hai khoyi maine haan jaan ganwaai, ganwaai maine haan tujhko basaya hai dhadkan mein saanware...