A review for The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue by V.E. Schwab

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I can’t even imagine what it would be like to be immortal but forgotten, never be remembered by the people you meet. This is the story of Adaline LaRue. She was born in Villon sur Sarthe, a small, catholic village in France, in 1691. She has lived for over 300 years. She has travelled around the world, she has fought wars, she has lived one day at a time. 

The only thing that Addie wanted was to live and be free. She was about to marry a man she did not want, so she ran. She ran into the forest pleading to the Gods to free her of the shackles that bound her. A God who answers only in the dark answered and Addie made her deal to be untethered and be free. 

𝐼𝑓 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑤 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑡𝑠, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑟𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑒𝑑, 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑟𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒, 𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑤 𝑏𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑘𝑦.

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It took her some time to get adjusted to her new life. On the first day, she didn’t think that her wish was actually granted, everything seemed the same, only when everyone in her village didn’t remember who she was, did she understand that her deal was a curse. Every person she met, they forgot her immediately after she was out of sight. She cannot have any personal possessions, all of them have a tendency of disappearing after a while. She has no home to go to, she lives in empty spaces or houses or apartments that she finds. She can’t even write her own name, can’t draw, can’t even tell her name or the truth about her to anybody. She cannot leave a mark.

However, she can plant ideas in people, become a muse, inspire them. They don’t remember where they got the idea but they are fascinated by it when they find it, they use it. Throughout history she has left her mark. In paintings, in music, in stories; the girl with seven freckles distributed like constellations. At first she thought that she would never be able to make an impression, but slowly she found loopholes in her curse. She left small and big traces of herself everywhere she could. 

𝐼𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦’𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑠, 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑢𝑝.

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There’s a boy in this story who has a broken heart. All he ever wanted was to be loved , to be enough. With a broken heart, when he felt so alone, his pain unbearable, when stood on the roof of a building, did he meet a God. The God gave him what he wanted so  they made a deal. To a person he was everything they wanted him to be but he knew he was not. In the beginning, Henry loved all the attention. He noticed that every person’s eyes were a bit different, there was a shadow over them. They only saw what they wanted to see in him. The perfect man. Later he understood that they did not like him for who he was. It was all fake. 

Then he met Addie and she saw him for who he really was. 

“𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑚𝑒” ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑦𝑠. “𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑡, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼’𝑚 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑…” ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑠.

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I utterly despise Luc. He is the God, both Addie and Henry made their deals with. But Luc is only obsessed with Addie. He is obsessed with her because she is defiant, she challenges him. Luc is someone who likes to be in control, likes to own things and people. So when Addie doesn’t surrender, he makes it his purpose to do anything to make her surrender. At one point I thought that maybe he would change or show that he cared but that was a big mistake. He is the perfect example of someone who is very toxic. 

One thing is for sure Addie is now one of my all time favourite characters. She is so brave and courageous. All alone for over 300 years. Living and learning all on her own. She has travelled to so many places, she has lived so many lives, she knows so many languages, she witnessed history. She is so strong, she didn’t let herself succumb to the years. 

𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟. 𝐻𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛, 𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑟 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑, 𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑒.

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What can I say about Henry. All he ever wanted was to be loved by someone who loved him the way he is. He didn’t want to change himself for someone. He has been sensitive all his life. He feels too much. After he met Addie, what I thought he felt was that for the first he could breathe easily, that for the first time he could be himself around someone. I think, part II, chapter XIV, describes what I mean. I smiled when he smiled at the end. 

Addie and Henry were perfect for each other. Addie never thought that she would find some who would remember her. The only person who knew her throughout those years was Luc and she always longed and hated to hear her name from his mouth. Now, when she found Henry she couldn’t believe it. She thought that it was a mistake and sooner or later Henry would forget but he didn’t. Henry fell for Addie because he could be himself around her. Henry became the Addie’s hand that wrote her story. The way they grew around each other was so heartwarming. I was so happy, together they were so happy. 

𝐵𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑠, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑, 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠– 𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑡ℎ 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛𝑒.

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Schwab narrates the story through Addie and Henry’s POVs. 

The book is beautifully written, it is incredible. It has lyrical writing. I don’t know if this makes sense but the writing is delicate. The intricate detailing about each thought, each feeling and each emotion is beautifully expressed. The ending was bittersweet and I just hope that what Addie planned to do in the end, is a success.  

I have found another book that is going to stay with me forever. I don’t know how to move on from this. I don’t think I ever will. This book has broken me into pieces then built me back up and again in the end it ripped me apart. The way this book has affected me, it is immense. 

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