This book is quite popular and I’m going to start my review by saying it was fine. That’s it. Just fine. The narrative has a very good hook and it definitely kept me interested with the twists, but I ended the book feeling… annoyed. Like, it was good. And it is deserving of hype. But… I don’t know. Maybe it was oversold to me?

Anyway, this is the story of famous and reclusive actress Evelyn Hugo as she narrates her memoir to Monique, who will then be allowed to posthumously publish the tale. It has a story within a story structure. We have the framing story of Monique’s life and what is going on in the world, and then the story inside that Evelyn is telling us. And Evelyn is a good storyteller. We get a really good look at what it was like to be a woman in Hollywood and how that changed. We also got a good look at how the world views Gay rights has changed over the course of Evelyn’s lifetime, so from the mid-20th century until now. It was interesting to consider what fame allows you, but also what burdens it comes with. I will say that something that happens towards the end was very well signposted, so it wasn’t a surprise but it also was and it made me mad. It fit perfectly in with the characters and who they were, but it still made me mad.

This was fine, good even, and while I probably wouldn’t recommend it to you unprompted, I also wouldn’t tell you not to read it. And of course, if you do, come back and let me know! Especially if you liked it more than I did!