I'm about halfway through 'Love Is an Illustration' and I'm still waiting for the emotional depth to show up. Everyone on BookTok was screaming about how it would destroy you, but honestly? It feels like a checklist of sad romance tropes—the terminal illness, the missed connections, the big third-act misunderstanding. The illustrations are gorgeous, don't get me wrong, but they're carrying the entire emotional weight. The prose itself is kind of flat, telling you how to feel instead of letting the situation breathe. I kept comparing it to something like 'They Both Die at the End' or 'The Song of Achilles,' where the tragedy feels earned, and this just doesn't hit the same way for me.
Maybe I'm just jaded, or maybe the hype set my expectations way too high. I did get a little misty-eyed at the scene where the main character finds the old sketchbook in the attic, but that was more about the artwork than the writing. If you're in it purely for a pretty, melancholic aesthetic, you'll probably enjoy it. But if you're looking for a story that genuinely gets under your skin and makes you think about love and loss in a new way, there are better books out there.