Let me tell you about the emotional hurricane that is 'The Love of My Life'. I picked this up thinking it would be a light read, but oh boy, was I wrong. This book grabbed me by the heartstrings and didn't let go until the very last page.

The way Rosie Walsh writes about marriage is so painfully real. There's this one scene where Leo discovers Emma's secrets while writing her obituary - I had to put the book down just to process that moment. The irony wasn't lost on me - learning about someone's life while preparing for their possible death.

What really got me were the small details. Like how Emma would touch her scar unconsciously when nervous, or how Leo's obituary writing bled into his personal life. These weren't just characters on a page - they felt like people I knew, flaws and all.

The pacing? Perfectly brutal. Just when you think you've figured it out, Walsh throws another curveball. That university revelation? I audibly gasped in my living room at 2 AM (sorry neighbors).

Warning though: keep tissues handy. Between the cancer storyline, the fertility struggles, and that gut-wrenching postpartum depression portrayal, this isn't your fluffy beach read. But it's so worth every tear.

If you're looking for a book that'll make you question how well you really know your loved ones, this is it. Just maybe don't start reading it right before bed like I did - you won't be putting it down anytime soon.