REVIEW: War Hope by Nicole Lynne

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.

~Evelyn (5/5)

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COVER REVEAL: War Hope by Nicole Lynn

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Release date: May 2nd, 2017


I followed my best friend to London thinking it would be an adventure full of excitement and bright lights, only to find myself in a shitty little corner of the city.

I’m now immersed in a world of bad boys and dirty fights.

My saviour complex is stretching to Finn West. He’s dark, mysterious, grouchy, and a fighter. I can’t help but want to push his buttons and see if I can crack that surly frown into a smile.

Maybe the connection I feel with him is real, or perhaps it’s just the fanatical imaginings of a lonely girl, wanting a lonely boy. After all, who wants to be alone?


I just want to be left alone, stick to my routine, but no. Hope McGrath sure as hell can’t let that happen.

I like order, control, I need it. She’s like a tornado of sheer chaos, trying to rock my very structured life on it’s foundations. She annoys the shit out of me on a daily basis, but somehow, I’ve come to enjoy her dragging me to her weekly bingo outings.

No matter how gnarly I am, she always comes back for more with her long legs and her loud mouth.

I don’t need her in my life, even if I find myself thinking about her, her lips, her body…I don’t need her.

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