It is France, 1714, and a young French village girl named Addie kneels on the forest floor on the eve of her wedding and prays for freedom from an arranged marriage. She forgets, though, that it is after dark, and the gods that answer after dark never play fair. In a moment of desperation, she makes a bargain with the devil himself — freedom to wander, to explore, to dream, but with one catch: she will be forgotten by everyone she meets. However, three hundred years later, Addie’s life is turned upside down when she walks into a bookstore in New York City and the owner, a boy with a broken soul, says three fateful words — “I remember you”.
This masterpiece was one of the most amazing novels I have ever stumbled upon. The unique story and masterful writing rendered me quite speechless, and Addie’s story haunted me long after I read the last pages. I really enjoyed the focus on the characters themselves, as well as the way the author pieced together Addie’s history like a puzzle. Furthermore, the ending was undeniably bittersweet, yet so perfect and fitting at the same time — The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue is definitely not your standard feel-good romance, which makes it all the more beautiful. All in all, I absolutely loved this book and would recommend it to anyone and everyone.