Thinking something does not make it true.
Wanting something does not make it real.

Author: Michelle Hodkin
Genres: Young Adult, Paranormal, Romance

Mara Dyer doesn’t think life can get any stranger than waking up in a hospital with no memory of how she got there.
It can.

She believes there must be more to the accident she can’t remember that killed her friends and left her mysteriously unharmed.
There is.

She doesn’t believe that after everything she’s been through, she can fall in love.
She’s wrong.

My name is not Mara Dyer, but my lawyer told me I had to choose something. A pseudonym. A “nom de plume”, for all of us studying for the SATs. I know that having a fake name is strange, but trust me—it’s the most normal thing about my life right now. Even telling you this much probably isn’t smart. But without my big mouth, no one would know that a seventeen-year-old who likes Death Cab for Cutie was responsible for the murders. No one would know that somewhere out there is a B student with a body count. And it’s important that you know, so you’re not next.

There are plain old orgasms.
There are earth-shattering orgasms.
There are foodgasms.
And there are bookgasms.
Mara Dyer is an earth-shattering, life-changing bookgasm.

“The villain is the hero of her own story. No one thinks they’re a bad person. Everyone has reasons for doing what they do…”

The Mara Dyer Trilogy officially made my best ones-shelf and entered my heart as some of the best books I’ve ever had the pleasure to read.
It has it all: there’s romance, there’s mystery, there’s a heroine torn between right and wrong, a hero that I am sure every girl wants to call hers. I feel like one of the many bookish puzzle-pieces of my life has been put in place.
A bookgasm, plain and simple.
Books like these are the reason why I petition for a sixth Goodreads star that reads “mindblowing”.
For the lack of said star, I bequeath thee, Mara Dyer, 5-to-Dyer-for-stars! (yeah ha ha, I know, not funny).

“Where are you going?”
“My God, you’re like the plague.”
“A masterfully crafted, powerfully understated, and epic parable of timeless moral resonance? Why, thank you. That’s one of the nicest things anyone’s ever said to me,” he said.
“The disease, Noah. Not the book.”
“I’m ignoring that qualification.”

Yeah, that’s actually a thing. Not butterflies in the stomach, like when you are in love or just so soooo happy about something you cannot seem to concentrate on anything else.
Butterflies in my mind, yep. Because these butterflies are the aftermath of my mind being blown not once, not twice, but three unbelievably amazing times. Because the Mara Dyer Trilogy has undone my book-love three times and then mended it as many times, giving me one of the most incredible reading experiences of my life. Mara Dyer is the Harry Potter of YA reading experiences. Though technically HP is YA, too… Hmm.
What I am trying to say here is that, if HP was – still is – an obligatory reading experience for children, the Mara Dyer Trilogy is an obligatory/much recommended reading experience for young adults, adults, older people, for everyone – you, your neighbour, your friends, your brother and sister, your aunt, your cousins, your grandmother. Everyone.
At least, that’s my humble opinion, because I HAVE BUTTERFLIES IN MY MIND!

I wish I could unread everything. I want the whole first-read experience again. I really loved everything about this trilogy. So many up and downs. So many “aaawww” moments, so many “fuck!” moments!

“You’re the girl who called me an asshole the first time we spoke. The girl who tried to pay for lunch even after you learned I have more money than God. You’re the girl who risked her ass to save a dying dog, who makes my chest ache whether you’re wearing green silk or ripped jeans. You’re the girl that I–” Noah stopped, then took a step closer to me. “You are my girl.”