From #1 New York Times bestselling author of It Ends with Us comes a poignant novel about family, first love, grief, and betrayal that will touch the hearts of both mothers and daughters.
Regretting You, an all-new beautiful and touching novel from #1 New York Times bestselling author Colleen Hoover, is available now!
Morgan Grant and her sixteen-year-old daughter, Clara, would like nothing more than to be nothing alike.
Morgan is determined to prevent her daughter from making the same mistakes she did. By getting pregnant and married way too young, Morgan put her own dreams on hold. Clara doesn’t want to follow in her mother’s footsteps. Her predictable mother doesn’t have a spontaneous bone in her body.
With warring personalities and conflicting goals, Morgan and Clara find it increasingly difficult to coexist. The only person who can bring peace to the household is Chris—Morgan’s husband, Clara’s father, and the family anchor. But that peace is shattered when Chris is involved in a tragic and questionable accident. The heartbreaking and long-lasting consequences will reach far beyond just Morgan and Clara.
While struggling to rebuild everything that crashed around them, Morgan finds comfort in the last person she expects to, and Clara turns to the one boy she’s been forbidden to see. With each passing day, new secrets, resentment, and misunderstandings make mother and daughter fall further apart. So far apart, it might be impossible for them to ever fall back together.
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I have never been disappointed after reading a Colleen Hoover novel, and Regretting You was just as fantastic as I hoped it would be. I went in blind, as I think it should be. Don't even read the blurb! Just knowing that's it's a mother/daughter story is enough- dive right in, and I promise you won't be disappointed.
Excerpt
“What’s your favorite movie?”
“Of all time?” he asks.
“Pick one from the past ten years.”
“I can’t,” he says. “There are so
many great ones, and I love them all for different reasons. I love the
technical aspect of Birdman. I love
the performances in Call Me by Your Name.
Fantastic Mr. Fox is my favorite
cartoon because Wes Anderson is a goddamn genius.” He glances at me. “What
about you?”
“I don’t think Fantastic Mr. Fox
counts. It seems older than ten years.” I lean my head back and stare up at the
ceiling. It’s a tough question. “I’m like you. I don’t know that I have a
favorite movie. I tend to judge more on the talent than the story line. I think
Emma Stone is probably my favorite actress. And Adam Driver is the best actor
of our time, but I don’t think he’s landed the role of his lifetime yet. He was
great in BlacKkKlansman, but I’m not crazy about some of the other movies he’s
been in.”
“But did you see the Kylo Ren skit?”
“Yes!” I say, sitting up. “On SNL? Oh
my God, it was so funny.” I’m smiling, but I hate that I’m smiling. It feels
weird to smile when I’m so full of sadness, but this is how Miller makes me
feel every time I’m around him. He’s the only thing that seems to be able to
take my mind off everything, yet he’s the one person I can’t really hang out
with.
Thanks for that, Shelby.
It sucks. I don’t like thinking about
it, even though we’re together right now. But tomorrow at school, things will
go back to how they always are. Miller will keep his distance. He’ll respect
his relationship with Shelby, which will only serve to make me respect him even
more.
And I’ll just continue to be in a
depressing funk.
“I should go,” I say.
Miller hesitates before moving.
“Yeah, I think my break was over ten minutes ago.” We both stand up, but I
can’t get out of the aisle because he’s blocking my way, facing me, not making
an effort to walk away. He’s just staring down at me as if he wants to say
something else. Or do something else.
“I’m really sorry about what
happened,” he says. At first, I’m not sure what he’s talking about, but then it
hits me. I press my lips together and nod, but I don’t say anything because
it’s the last thing I want to talk or think about.
“I should have said that the other day. At the
funeral.”
“It’s fine,” I say. “I’m fine. Or at
least I’ll be fine. Eventually.” I sigh. “Hopefully.”
He’s staring at me like he wants to
pull me in for a hug, and I really wish he would. But instead, he turns and
walks out of the aisle, toward the exit. I stop at the restroom on our way out.
He grabs a trash can and starts to pull it toward the theater we just came out
of.
“See you tomorrow, Clara.”
I don’t tell him goodbye. I walk into
the restroom and don’t even bother pretending things will be the same at school
tomorrow as they were tonight. He’ll avoid me while being all faithful and
shit, and whatever. That’s okay. I
need to stop interacting with him anyway, because as good as it feels when I’m
around him, it’s starting to hurt when I’m not. And I don’t need another
painful thing added to my already existing pile of excruciating feelings.
Colleen Hoover is the #1 New York Times and International bestselling author of thirteen novels and multiple novellas. She lives in Texas with her husband and their three boys. She is the founder of The Bookworm Box, a non-profit book subscription service and bookstore in Sulphur Springs, Texas.
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