I’ll admit, I screamed into a pillow when I finished 'Notoriously, Yours'—it’s that kind of book. The finale isn’t some grand, over-the-top gesture; it’s quieter, more intimate, and that’s what makes it hit harder. After all the misunderstandings and heated arguments, the resolution comes down to a single conversation in a dimly lit room. The dialogue is so sharp, you can almost hear their voices cracking. And the way the author plays with silence in that scene? Chef’s kiss. You’re left reading
between the lines, picking up on every unspoken word.
What surprised me was how the antagonist’s arc wraps up. It’s not neatly tied with a bow, which feels refreshingly real. The main couple’s happy ending isn’t sugarcoated either—they’ve both changed, and the book acknowledges that growth isn’t linear. The last few pages skip ahead slightly, showing them in a new dynamic, and it’s so satisfying because it feels earned. No magical fixes, just two messy people choosing each other, flaws and all. Now I’m itching to reread it just to catch all the foreshadowing I missed the first time.