Today I’ve got a special novel to review. Regretting You is a story of a complicated relationship between a mother and a daughter, who are dealing with a sudden loss of family members when they also just learn about a sickening betrayal that has been long festering inside their very house.
If you’re virgin to Colleen Hoover, one thing that I always warn my fellow Nerdies is that her writings are generally tragic, so if you’re currently not in a position where you can enjoy something designed to shed tears, then her books are probably not for you. For now, at least.
But for the rest of us? Go and dive right in, cause this one is great!
This book is nothing but a job well written, the hook is quick and on the mark, situation swiftly spirals down, and though the plot is going a bit in circle right before climax, things immediately fall into the right places afterwards. Pace is steady, no time wasted. There’s absolutely nothing new in the ground of domestic betrayal, hence it’s all about the spot on delivery. And you guys, I promise you, Regretting You is totally worth your time. It’s a perfect balance of yin and yang, of a strong but brokenhearted mother and an impetuous and angry daughter.
The clear winner out of all the elements here is our heroines. If you’re a mother yourself, I imagine, this book will punch you right in your gut. A woman, who’s been wholeheartedly dedicating her whole life to be a good wife and mother, is once again asked to make an even bigger and harder sacrifice for her family. She has to constantly balance herself between loving her daughter inevitably hard, and still attempting at being a proper mother to her, especially during impossible times. Ultimately, the book speaks a lot of what a good mother is. Not so much of putting a rigid definition on it as portraying one strong version of it.
Personally, I found the taut love and hate situation between mother and daughter riveting. The constant tension, their fast changing relationship, and the default love where they dial back to in times, were at the same time warming and hardening my heart.
Being a mother in hardship is a complicated job that comes with near impossible responsibilities. Often, being a good mother also means not loving yourself enough. You’ve got to be strong at all times to make sure both you and your brash and reckless teen weather the storm. Wiping your own tears away, concealing your wrecked inside, standing up straight to show what’s right, albeit shakily. And at the end of the day, when all the sacrifices only amount to a clapless audience, a mother has no other choice than keep standing proud regardless. Because gratitude doesn’t define what a true mother is, sacrifice does.