Review: Love Costs by E.B. Roshan


Love is a choice.

She’s Tur. He’s Sevian. She’s is stuck in a refugee camp. He’s working for the people who put her there. With three years of war and a fifteen-foot fence between them, finding happiness together seems impossible. But Radoslav can’t get the girl with the pink hair–or her missing cat–out of his mind.

Favorite Lines:

“My grandma told me that God gave us trouble in this life to make us better people. To prepare us for Heaven.”

“It means the feeling you get when you’re better off where you are, but you’ve left your heart somewhere else.”

My Opinion:

I received a copy of this book from the author in exchange for my honest opinion.

Love Costs is a love story that follows a refugee as she finds herself in a life or death situation and the man who loves her and offers to marry her to save her.  I was actually surprised about how cute this story was. It was well written and had a diverse amount of characters. The plot keeps you engaged despite being a novella rather than a full story.

There were a lot of historical parallels in here. It’s been awhile since I have had to learn about anything from history but even with what is going on in society today, you can draw parallels.

I don’t know how I felt about the relationship. On one hand I thought it was cute and realized it came from a place of innocence but I couldn’t shake the feeling that the situation was being taken advantage of. Clearly Radoslav has genuine feelings for Dunya, but she didn’t really have any other choice other than to marry him if she wanted to live.


Overall, this would not have been my normal reading choice but I enjoyed it nonetheless. If you like romances that reflect real-world problems and have touches of religion thrown in, then this book is for you.


Love Costs


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