The invisible life of Addie Larue: Summary
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The invisible life of Addie Larue by V. E. Schwab is the story of Adeline Larue who had spent 23 years of her life in a small village named Villon in France. It's the story of a girl who wished to explore the world outside of her small village. Who wanted to live the stories her father used to tell her every time they went to the town. Or while sitting among the wood carvings in his workshop.
It's about a girl who dreamed of a life free from the shackles and boundaries of this society.
An event in her life acted as the last nail in the coffin which led her to pray to the mysterious Gods of darkness for a free life. These Gods aren't kind or generous, they always want something precious in return for your wish.
Adeline traded her soul with the God of darkness to live a life full of freedom where she doesn't belong to anyone but herself. She can live her life the way she pleases, where she isn't bound to follow anyone's commands. She can go anywhere she likes...
But Adeline didn't know that sometimes what you're asking for can go against you... In ways that'll haunt you for years and centuries to come.
Now Adeline is free and immortal. She doesn't belong to anyone. Three hundred years have passed and she has met so many people, traveled so many places, yet no one remembers her. As soon as she is out of sight she is out of mind too.
Her story silenced for all but herself.
She wished for a life where she doesn't have to worry about time slipping from her hands and now she has ENOUGH time.
Enough time that she has witnessed wars, societal changes and revolutions, various inventions and so on. She feels glad to experience so many wonderful things yet she also craves the feeling of being remembered. That feeling of familiarity. Home. Belongingness.
Every time there's a nagging hope in the depths of her heart that may be this time they will remember her, maybe this time it would be different but how to free herself from the curse of her wish ...??
The invisible life of Addie Larue: Book Review
From the writing style to the use of metaphors to storytelling, everything was PHENOMENAL about this book💯🔥. It was the kind of book that you know from the very first page that you'll love it. And so did I. ❤️ðŸ˜
The alternative description of the protagonist's past and present was executed in such an admirable way that it doesn't let your attention divert anyways.
Plus, I didn't want to share any spoilers for y'all, but there would be another character later in the story and you'll be definitely crushing on him..?! 🥺❤️
And did I tell you, this is one of those books where you also anxiously wait for the villain's part? You would hate him yet still wait for him.
After all this, Do I still need to say that I 1000% RECOMMEND this book.
It's a perfect mix of fiction and fantasy. ❤️🔥
The invisible life of Addie Larue: Quotes
Sharing just a little portion of quotes from The invisible life of Addie Larue that I'd annotated because obviously just read them and You'll know what I'm talking about...
What is a person, if not the marks they leave behind? She has learned to step between the thorny weeds, but there are some cuts that cannot be avoided- a memory, a photograph, a name.
I could give a hundred hearts to this one!❤️❤️
They say people are like snowflakes, each one unique. But I think they're more like skies... Some are cloudy, some are stormy, some are clear, but no two are ever quite the same.
At home he is a quiet man, committed to his work... But on the road, he begins to open, to unfold, to speak. And when he speaks, it is to tell her stories. Those stories he gathered... The way one gathers wood.
Addie... A name that rang like a bell in her bones. A name that suited her far more than Adeline.
How foolish to think it would stay the same when everything else has changed.
What a luxury, to tell one's story.
To be read, remembered.
HOME... It's a hard word to let go of, even now, when there's nothing left to bind her to it.
Stories are a way to preserve one's self. To be remembered. And to forget.
Funny, how some people take an age to warm, and others simply walk into every room as if it's home.
Of course, it is sad to forget. But it's a lonely thing to be forgotten... To remember, when no one else does.
A heavy sadness, like loss... And for the first time in a century, she longed for Villon. For home. For a place where the stars were so bright, they formed a river... A stream of silver and purple light against the dark.
ADELINE. A name she thought she'd never hear again. A name that aches like a bruise, even as her heart skips to hear it.
Live long enough and you learn how to read a person. To ease them open like a book, some passages underlined and others hidden between the lines.
Though she will never admit it, the sight of him is like coming up for air. A terrible chest-opening relief.
They tell you to be yourself but they don't mean it.
You deserve someone who loves you as you are. The good and the bad and the maddening.
And perhaps it is just that happiness is frightening.
She missed him the way someone might miss the sun in winter, though they still dread its heat.
Time always ends a second before you're ready.
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