I finished Delirium by Lauren Oliver a few days ago. I was so excited to get it through NetGalley since I really didn't want to wait until February to read the book.
It is a beautiful story.
I felt a lot of different emotions throughout the book--sad, happy, horrified, romantic. You know how it goes, reading a really good book. But near the end, what I felt was mostly panic. As pages ran out, I was getting more and more worried about how Lena's story would resolve. It wasn't looking optimistic for my idealistic hopes.
I reached the last chapter and was completely horrified. NOOOOOOOOO! My heart broke. I wasn't sure how I felt--it's all so beautiful! But it ended...strange. So many unanswered questions. A part of me was impressed that Ms. Oliver left so many plot points open, but also horrified that I would have to fill in the blanks myself.
UNTIL I read online that Delirium is the first in a trilogy. Oh. I had no idea. The whole time I was reading I thought it was a stand alone. Once I realized I wasn't saying, "goodbye forever," just "see you next year," my heart healed.
Now I can say in all honesty, I love this book.