Five stars doesn't begin to show how much I loved this book.

I've had to wait a day before I could even write this review without the tears, both the happy and sad kind. I'm emotionally exhausted. Spent. And yet I still want more. Bloody masochist. This book will tear you apart and then stitch you back together again. But it will leave a scar. A big Holder-shaped scar that you will want, that you will cherish. You'll pick at it because you want to just FEEL it again. I've been Holder-less for less than twenty-four hours and I'm already picking.

Nobody expected bad things from this book. The bar was high and we knew that Colleen being Colleen would deliver. What I didn't expect was to PREFER it to Hopeless, to be blown away by the difference reading it from Holder's POV could do to me. His story was much more intricate than Sky's because she was blind to her story for so long. Holder, so much more aware of the situation, offered a different level, and combining that with his own heartache was just beyond powerful. Those letters were just perfect. They were a mixture of light and dark, and at points, (sorry, Holder) devastating. I'm a self-declared book-slut with many book boyfriends, but Holder climbed his way to the very top. No, actually he didn't climb, he flew, because he's fucking Superman.

A good friend of mine said it perfectly, "I lived Holder after Hopeless, but I loved him after Losing Hope." Pretty perfect, huh?

As an incredibly newby writer, this book makes me want to do two things; throw away anything I have ever written because it will NEVER compare to this greatness, and also to TRY HARDER. I'm too lazy to start afresh so option two it is. But that it even makes me consciously worry about my own writing is a big deal.

The only thing left for me to do now is to become a recluse and mourn another book gone until I can rush to buy Colleen's next, and also to beg Colleen to find a us a little more Holder and Sky, because I will never have enough.