Souls Unfractured, Tillie Cole

I am going to make an epic statement on my part, one I do not take lightly.

This book may actually be one of my all time favourite books. Ever.

Up until this point, I have been a die hard fan of a different author and her series, and I am now at an impasse because I’ve found a story that had me on such an emotional roller coaster ride that I don’t think I will ever recover from. No matter the ending.

Tillie Cole….you are a literary, story telling genius. Actually, a muse.

I knew from the previous two books there was something about Flame. I was hoping there was a book in his honour and wasn’t prepared for it. I wasn’t prepared for the ugly, the heart wrenching truth that is Flame and Maddie.

My heart bled for Flame. I cried. I put the book down more times than I will ever admit. There were moments I truly believed I wouldn’t get through. I highlighted the shit out of this book thinking I would use one for this blog. But I won’t. Instead, I am going to share with those of you who haven’t read it, Tillie’s own words which ring so true….

And lastly, to Flame and Maddie. What can I say? You bruised my heart the entire way through this novel. At times I had to walk away from you in your deepest darkest moments because your pain was too real for me to endure. But we kept strong, we preserved, and by the end, you branded yourselves forever onto my soul.

I used to wonder how three people- one broken boy, one broken girl, and a hopeful writer- could ever bring the characters from their dark and tortured pasts. But now I know. Together, that’s how. They fight their way through….together.

Afuckingmen.

This book is not for the snowflakes of the world. You need to be made of fire and ice to get through this. You need to hold fast and steady to whatever keeps you grounded. You need to believe that no matter the amount of darkness (and it gets dark), there is solace to be found in hope. I’m love. In acceptance and forgiveness.

And I tip my hat to you Cole for teaching readers that there is more than what meets the eye. That sometimes the ones who are the hardest to love and the most misunderstood are. The very ones who need it the most in order to blossom.

If I could give you a 10, I would give you eleven.

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤