War Poppy, the first of this series, was one of the most depressing and beautiful books I have had the pleasure of reading. I therefore went into reading this with a small amount of trepidation, hoping it would be a worthy sequel.
Thankfully, it was.
Lovell and Cole have done another excellent job writing out of their comfort zone, while maintaining their typical crude and over-the-top humour. The characterisation was perfect, and I actually cackled on more than one occasion. This novel balanced the laugh-out-loud humour with the gritty, depressing reality of PTSD, especially in the shadow of the conclusion of the first novel.
Finn and Hope were a beautifully broken, slow-burning relationship – one I rooted for from the very beginning. The drama felt organic, with nothing forced, which is one of my pet hates for slow-burners. This is a perfect example of how to do that particular trope without falling into such a trap.
Although lighter than the unending darkness of its predecessor, War Hope is a worthy sequel, continuing the exploration of PTSD and the gritty streets of London.