This is not just a book—it’s a heartache dressed in poetry, wrapped in rebellion, and lit by the flickering hope of kids who are dying but refuse to go quietly. The narrator’s voice is raw and intimate, etched with grief from the suicide of the sun-eyed boy he loved. And yet, it never feels like just a story about death—it’s about life, the stolen moments of joy, the small acts of defiance, and the fragile, beautiful ways in which love still finds its way in, even when we try to shut it out.
Sony, Neo, and Coeur aren’t just side characters—they’re a found family. Each one is broken in their own way, yet burning with life. Sony breathes freedom with a single lung, Neo writes their chaos into legend, and Coeur is strength clothed in gentleness. They dream up a final heist, not for riches, but for a chance to live on their own terms, even if only for a little while. And then, the girl walks in. With her sun-lit smile and fearless heart, she reignites something in the narrator he thought had died with that boy. Love. Real, messy, terrifying love.
Lancali’s prose feels like bleeding ink—lyrical, emotional, and unapologetically honest. Every page pulses with emotion: rage, tenderness, grief, hope. This story is about those moments in the dark when someone reaches for your hand and, against all odds, you let them. It’s about how love doesn't save us from pain, but maybe, just maybe, it gives us a reason to stay a little longer. If you’ve ever loved hard, lost deeply, or looked for light in impossible places, I Fell in Love With Hope will feel like a letter written just for you.
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