#the 7 husbands of evelyn hugo

[kazbrekkerskane]

for the record: feel free to vote even if you are not a lesbian

obligatory I know it's 'wlw' or whatever but I'm calling it lesbian. shut up

if you haven't read any of these I strongly encourage you to do so!!!

rb and share for a larger sample size pls :)

[damianwaynedefenseattorney]

evelyn hugo and celia st james whether u like it or not!

[lost-in-prose]

Characters I Want to Embody:

Adeline "Addie" LaRue

Book: The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue by V.E. Schwab

Quotes:

• "Stories are a way to preserve one's self. To be remembered. And to forget."

• "What is a person, if not the marks they leave behind?"

•"Nothing is all good or all bad. Life is so much messier than that."

•"You are the art."

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Adaline Bowman•Evelyn Hugo•Sam Roth•

[mauros-hlios]

eating fried chicken and reading the 7 husbands of evelyn hugo. this is what my ancestors invented democracy and being gay for

[memeliterario]

Eu já li a um tempo e mesmo assim ainda continuo obcecada por esse livro.

[kkura-luvver]

the 7 husbands of evelyn hugo except mary's evelyn

[littleleaves13]

“if you are intolerable let me be the one to tolerate you”

the way this line made me cry. i am not the same i will never be the same. something something about loving someone unconditionally and letting them see the worst parts of you and them taking it and saying i love you regardless.

[raynetheinsane]

Ive got plans, that i cannot share with you right now because the haters will sabatoge me /ref

Yes this is a 7 Husbands of Evelyn Hugo AU

Yes that is my favorite book and yes this is my favorite ship why do u ask?

[theraininthestars]

Review of The 7 husbands of Evelyn Hugo

Hello darlings, to celebrate the internation bisexual day, I will publish my review of the book of The seven husbands of Evelyn Hugo written by Taylor Jenkins Reid.

Evelyn Hugo is the most famous celebrity by all Hollywood from her spectacular career as an actress to a body that was the envy and desire of the public for decades, but the most important thing was her infamous 7 marriages. Any journalist's dream is to know in detail what happened in each of those relationships. And the dream seems be given to Monique, a rookie reporter from Vintage magazine. Evelyn is ready to say everything, and show her vulnerable and ugly side for everyone.

I loved the book. One of the things I loved, and could make this book one of my favorite books of the year, is Evelyn's complexity. It was very satisfying to read a character who accepted the consequences and did not "expect the best", she did understand the risks and chose the safest and most effective route for her. The characters are very charismatic, even if they have their failures, you end up rooting for them. At the same time, I like that it portrays discriminated people (women and homosexuals) finding safe places in extremely violent times for them. The narrative catches you with the present cunning of its characters, their selfish desires and a reflection on the duality of people, constantly recognizing the humanity in the other person that have been raised in a homophobic and sexist society.

The aspects that I did not like about this novel are more personal, I think that the narration and development of characters is very good. But I did not enjoy how the love interest came and go, I understand their perspective, but I agree with Evelyn. Another thing is how Monique relates to her biraciality. There are certain phrases from Monique about her problems with being biracial, and although it is something present in biracial people, she (the author) took me out of history because I remembered that the author is white. They are more than any personal discomfort, not so much about author's abilities.

Honestly, I was angry at the end of this book, because it almost makes me cry. I did not cry with books and this book almost broke me. I blamed the Barbie movie because I was listening to What Was I Made for? while reading. I ended up very happy that this book has been written. Books with such complex characters represented to women, bisexual people and Latin people is another step to a process of healing in accepting various identities and living in harmony.

5 stars. I will recommend this book quite a lot if you want to start queer literature. Note: This book is a good start to enter queer literature, but not encapsulates all queer literature. I think I'm going to give Carrie Soto Is Back and Daisy Jones a shot, and then I see the series. for the ones who have already read the book what did you liked? What did not liked? Because I loved it and I think I'm blind to the failures, what is your favorite husband? Mine is obviously Harry, what books do you recommend that they be similar? What books have loved them until now in 2023?

Happy International Day of Bisexuality to everyone. Do not forget that no one can determine how much bisexual you are. Feel proud of your identity, be safe and enjoy your lifes.

[alicesadventuresintherye]

Currently reading.

A rebind of The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo!

I got this book for a secret santa 2 years ago and read it in a day.

Such a fabolous book deserved a fabulous cover.

[hiddenbookcasepodcast]

Today on The Hidden Bookcase, we're reading The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid, with guest, Issy Kenny-Herbert! Let's talk stereotype, sentimentality, and bisexuality 🌟👗📽��

Listen here on Spotify, or find us wherever you get your podcasts!

Transcripts available here. Closed captions available on our YouTube.

[hiemaldesirae]

picked up this book called 'murder your employee: the mcmasters guide to homicide vol 1' from my local bookstore and . Hmmm. am i hearing murder academy radiostatic au... (<- delusional)

quick rundown of the books setting (time period vaguely 1950s, before 1962 at the latest) is that there's this murder academy (i say that but its closer to a uni than a boarding school which is typically what i think of when i read academy) open to applicants of all ages to train their students to murder. the admissions fee is an extremely high price, but regular people can enter in via sponsorships (like scholarships, sort of, but its more like a specific rich person sponsoring the candidate). the students don't operate on a regular year by year schedule because 1) no one knows where the school is and thus cannot always tell even what season it is much less the month 2) students are informed of their graduation basically the day of, when the faculty decides theyre ready to leave and complete their thesis project (AKA the murder). anyway its a very fun book and so of course i had to be insane about its premise

For what it was worth, Alastor hadn't meant at all to end up studying at the Hazbin Institution for Homicide Practitioners.

Which, in fairness, was just a fancier way of saying that he hadn't meant to get caught.

It had been a situation entirely out of his control. For whatever reason, that night, the swamp had been especially difficult to navigate- even alone, much less with a bloodied and battered body slung over his shoulder, he's quite certain it would have been a struggle to work his way around the place. And while that had never been a problem the few dozen or so times he'd made the trek before (granted, they were without the actual body in his hands, but it didn't make much of a difference when he'd been carrying heavy sacks of sand to offset the weight), there was an unfortunate caveat in his plan.

He hadn't banked on being seen and followed by a truly infuriating pair of 'detectives' (though surely whatever idea they'd held of a detective was truly and fully siphoned from one of those insipid moving pictures his dear Mimzy was ever so obsessed with), and he hadn't expected to be offered a spot as a student at this... interesting facility.

The smiley man sitting in front of him nods emphatically as Alastor finishes his little cajoling speech. The nametag on his black and red suitjacket reads Dean Morningstar, and a half-poured cup of brandy sits on the side of his table. Alastor eyes the alcohol with interest, if only because looking anywhere else in the room might make him lose composure and attack the bothersome man sitting across from him.

"So, then... Mr. Hartfelt, is it true that your next target was to be your father?"

Alastor narrows his eyes at the dean. The room's atmosphere seems to drop as he holds his gaze, both of them wearing smiles that convey vastly different emotions. "I'm afraid I don't know what you're referring to."

Of course, such a lousy comeback isn't tantamount to a proper argument (unless you're the type who enjoys messing with people, which Alastor is in all moments except this one) and the dean smiles when he realizes Alastor's slip up.

"See, you have an extremely generous patron backing you on your goal... not only to take down your father, who, by the way, seems to owe you quite a lot, considering your less than stellar upbringing and childhood, so good luck with that one, but also in relation to the other bodies that have been found half-submerged in the swamp." The little devil smiles merrily. "Sorry about that one, by the way. But we had to be sure you were a good candidate for our very highly revered course list. I mean... your sponsor is paying a lot of money to see you succeed, so... we had to be pretty thorough. Again, sorry, but it's just standard protocol."

Alastor clenches his jaw, feeling his eye twitch. He'd more or less tuned out whatever else Dean Morningstar had said after he admitted to resurfacing the already weeks old bodies in the swamp- Alastor's very first targets- as a means of... assessing him, apparently. "So you're the reason the bodies have started turning up in the bayou...?"

"Not entirely," Dean Morningstar shrugs, providing no further context. "In any case, this is sort-of a caught with pants down situation, I think. You don't have many options, Mr. Hartfelt. Either you stay as a student, or we let the truth out- and let your mother know first, before getting rid of you."

He grins sunnily at Alastor. "What will it be, young man?"

So, that was that.

Following that conversation (blackmailing session) Alastor finds himself being the unwitting recipient of a campus guide by the dean himself, who, despite his short stature and seemingly accomodating personality, had already managed to make himself an enemy in the form of one (1) incredibly vexed young radio host slash serial killer in the making.

"...And that's the Music Hall, where my vice-dean and most beloved wife holds her concerts and lectures on Murder, as a Fine Arts- you may notice the ingenious references there to one Mr. Thomas De Quincey, the famed opium eater of the 1800s London..." Alastor turns a blind eye to the dean as the man just kept on talking, choosing instead to focus on the surroundings instead of the urge to strangle the annoyance beside him.

The trip to the Hazbin Institution for Homicide Practitioners- a mouthful and an incredibly unnecessary one at that- had been less a trip to a school and more like a kidnapping, in which Alastor had been more or less blackmailed into going with the two detectives who'd found him in the bayou that day and then drugged to high hell from some sort of tampered liquor, then promptly deposited in front of the school gates and almost fed broken glass twice before nearly being poisoned and then having to sit through another blackmailing session with the Dean (the guy who'd tried to poison him in the first place). So... all in all, a rather unpleasant experience on his end.

Still, the scenery almost made up for it.

The campus was almost the size of his town back home, and towering gothic buildings from before his time populated the grounds. Signs in different languages were littered around the campus grounds, and exotic foliage grew in just the right places to make the patchwork of cobbled streets and oddly vintage buildings look uniform.

"Oh, Vox! How are you this afternoon?"

Alastor's attention is drawn back to the dean as the man greets a young man dressed in formal evening attire, complete with a pocket square boutonniere and sleek black gloves. The man in question has short-ish black hair, tied back into a small ponytail with a deep blue ribbon, and two striking eyes: one a glassy larimar blue and the other the deep brown of axinite gems. Alastor finds himself regarding the other while he and the dean make simple conversation. Something about him strikes him as familiar, though he can't quite put a finger on it exactly. "Going to the Music Hall, I presume?"

"That would be correct, Sir," Vox inclines his head respectfully. "Professor Leviathan asked us to dress for the occasion, since we would be doing another ballroom class."

"Ballroom class?" Alastor raises an eyebrow, and the man startles, seemingly not having noticed he was there. Rather inept for an assassin-to-be, Alastor frowns. Were these really the sorts of students they were training? Pretty-faced civilians knowing nothing of killing, who dressed up in evening gather for afternoon classes?

"A-ah, yes..." Vox looks off to the side, seemingly nervous. His cheeks redden slightly, like a child caught in the act of stealing candy. "Uh. You're new here, right? I haven't seen you around before..."

"He is," Dean Morningstar confirms, beaming. "Just arrived this morning, with a very generous sponsor backing him. In fact, he's going to be rooming at Pride House because of the sponsor!"

"Oh, is that so?"

Vox's easy confidence seems to come back to him as he turns to Alastor, seemingly mollified by the Dean's interference. Something inside of Alastor wants to see the man nervous again, if only because the uneasy approach of the man with the gemstone eyes reminded him of the shaky-footed does he would fake out during hunts. "Well, in that case, we might be roommates. It's nice to meet you, Mister...?"

"Hartfelt. Alastor Hartfelt," Dean Morningstar says before Alastor can introduce himself, smiling even when Alastor directs a glare at the man. "He's quite the upstart, I'll have you know- Hell, I think he may have set more fires on his first day here than you did!"

Vox chuckles awkwardly, a reaction that has Alastor's eyebrows raising with curiosity. "Well, I'd sure hope not. I really wouldn't want to cause Professor Leviathan any more trouble than we already have. He deserves a bit of a break from troublemakers like us, I'd say."

While Alastor is... okay, not really all that sure what exactly Dean Morningstar was referring to with 'fires started'- in his case, they were all non literal, considering his first arrival here had ended with him on the wrong end of a shotgun (its irony was not lost to him now, three hours later and standing in the middle of what looked to be a town square plucked straight out of Vienna's bustling populace despite the fact that they were in a location completely unknown to the rest of the world)... but whatever this man had done... it intrigued him, especially given Vox's reaction to it.

"Anyway..." Vox smiles once more, inclining his head in a bow. "I really do have to get going now. If I don't, I'm afraid I may be late, and Professor Asmodeus always picks on the latecomers to answer questions first."

"Ah, we won't keep you any longer, then," Dean Morningstar agrees genially. "Have a good afternoon, Mister Vanhal!"

"You too, Dean Morningstar, Mister Hartfelt," Vox bows once more, before turning off and heading in the direction of the Music Hall. Alastor regards the other man's retreating silhouette carefully.

"Is there something you want to say, young man?" Dean Morningstar snaps him out of his reverie, covering the faint smirk on his face with a gloved hand.

While Alastor wishes he could simply meet the other with simple derision, there is a question he had been meaning to ask. "What was the evening get up for?"

Dean Morningstar shrugs, but there's a glint of something Alastor doesn't quite like in his eyes. "Why don't you go and ask Vox yourself, if you're so interested?"

"...I'm surprised your staff haven't tried to murder you yet," Alastor responds shortly. He's much too tired and frustrated to entertain the man, and- well, frankly put, his mind is a little distracted at the moment at the thought of the man with the mismatched eyes.

Dean Morningstar laughs. "They're certainly welcome to try, as are you. After all, you're now a student of the Hazbin Instution for Homicide Practitioners- and we pride ourselves on our hands-on, engaging curriculum. Hopefully, your sponsor finds what they're looking for by sending you here."

"Hopefully," Alastor agrees. After all, there's nothing else to say: from here on out, it seems to be do or die.

Student Report written with input and conference from Dean Lucifer Morningstar

Student: Alastor Hartfelt, 29 years old, Sponsor

Sponsor: [REDACTED]

To the esteemed and generous sponsor of one Mister Alastor Hartfelt,

Enclosed is a report of your charge's first day at our esteemed institution. Please dispose of this report as soon as you are finished reading it for privacy insurances. We at the Hazbin Institution for Homicide Practitioners thank you for your interest and your patronage.

Sincerely, Dean Lucifer Morningstar.

[solar-halos]

i need to read more big girl books

[kinreads]

No thoughts, just Taylor Swift wearing Evelyn Hugo’s signature color while singing The Lucky One

[cokbilmiskopeksin]

"Seni rahatsız etmiyor mu?" demiştim. "Kocalarının manşetlik bir hikâyeye dönüşmesi, bu kadar sık anılması ve hatta işini ve seni gölgede bırakması? Biri senden bahsederken Evelyn Hugo'nun yedi kocasından bahsetmesi seni rahatsız etmiyor mu?"

Cevabı tam Evelyn'likti.

"Hayır," dedi bana. "Çünkü onlar sadece koca. Evelyn Hugo benim. Hem zaten insanlar gerçeği öğrendikten sonra daha çok karımla ilgilenecekler."

[flavia8]

Sometimes there are Book Reviewers you watch bc you like their vibe, but OH my god we do not have the same taste lmao.