I really have to give it to Tillie Cole on this one. She did an amazing job on this book and you will agree with me when she has you hooked to the story from the first chapter and you connect with the characters almost instantly. I haven’t read any of Tillie’s other works but I can assure you, she’s one hell of a talented author. The writing is flawless, it’s real. The emotions come pouring out of the pages and tug at your heart, leaving you dewy-eyed.
“Because without you, I didn’t see the world the same way anymore. Nothing was the same. I know we were only young, but without you, nothing made sense. I was angry. I was drowning. So I gave up my passion because the passion within me had died out.”
The story of Poppy and Rune isn’t about rainbows and butterflies, it’s not a sugar coated love. The love between them is not overly done or exaggerated. Their love is real, flawed and honestly, it’s beautiful. A Thousand Boy Kisses showcases exactly what it means to love someone with everything you have. And it portrays exactly how much of an impact someone can have in your life.
“Yeah,” I argued back, “and she’s the love of my life. And I’m not walking away from her, even for a second. And there’s nothing either of you can do about it.”
Despite all that, if I do have to critique this story, I would say that the first part of the story was a bit rushed. Personally, I would have loved to read more about them falling in love. But that could just be me being greedy.
“Maybe we’re like the cherry blossom, Rune. Like shooting stars. Maybe we loved too much too young and burned so bright that we had to fade out.” She pointed behind us, to the blossom grove. “Extreme beauty, quick death. We had this love long enough to teach us a lesson. To show us how capable of love we truly are.”
I just want to conclude this review by saying that this story will evoke raw emotions from you and I want you to completely dive into this book blind. I knew nothing going into this book, I didn’t even read the synopsis, and I haven’t regretted it. Take my word for it.
“Poppymin,” he whispered. Gripping his shirt, I whispered back, “My Rune.”