“‘Think of it as a thank you,’ she says, ‘for seeing me. For showing me what it’s like to be seen. To be loved. Now you get a second chance.”
Il était une fois. Once upon a time. This is how the story starts. Adeline LaRue has been made into a stranger, has seen herself slide from the minds of those she’s known and loved like the sun behind a cloud, has watched every mark she tries to make as it’s undone, erased. Her things disappear. Go slowly carelessly missing, like socks stolen by a dryer. Things seem to slip through her fingers like sand. Addie bargains to live forever and is cursed to be forgotten by everyone she meets. Within the prism of Addie’s deal she is forced to suffer but not die, starve but not waste, want but not wither. There are cracks in the mortar of her curse, a fissure she has found in the walls in this new life. 300 years later and a young man (who smells like old books and fresh coffee) remembers her name.
The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue is bustling New York and pure Paris. Butter and sugar on the pages. I want to hold on to this story like a chocolate on my tongue, savoring every second before it melts. Get tissues for this one. You’ll be crying for days over the haunting and heartbreaking story of Addie, Luc, and Henry. “I remember you.”
🥐🍫 READ IF YOU LIKE 🥐🍫:
-Immortality & fantasy
-Tabby cats who do a good impression of an inconvenienced bread loaf
🎶 Song: In Case You Don’t Live Forever by Ben Platt 🎶