My Review

I have heard a lot about this author. I actually own a couple of her books and I’ve just not for around to reading them.  I think it was Colleen Hoover that branded one a must read and I one clicked right away.  Maybe it wasn’t her but it was someone,  and it just ended up with all the other unread books on my Kindle that I swear I will one day get to.

The word hockey was mentioned.  You want me to read a book then that’s the word to use.  So I signed up.  The word hockey literally jumped out at me but I didn’t read any of the rest of the synopsis.  You know me.  I like to go in blind and experience the book as it unfolds, raw and natural.  I don’t want to read between the lines or wait for something to happen.  I wanted to read it and find out the information as the author intended.  But sweet mother of f*@k if ever I could have done with a heads up it was this book.  It ripped out my insides.  I kid you not.  This book was a punch to the solar plexus.  It broke me.  I don’t know how else to explain it.  Grief is an awful thing to experience,  this I know only too well.  To feel such grief pouring out at your from a page, that’s a damn fine author right there.  One of the best even.

I’m always saying that you can’t help who you love. At pains even to tell my children and not have them judge people in this colourful world we live in.  I’m usually talking about equality but it works equally here. We cannot help who speaks to our soul.  Maybe if things had happened differently and history was different then they would not have been drawn together but it did and they were. It must just be so difficult to feel wrong about something that feels right. So not only dealing with grief but also guilt.

Heartbreak and devastation, this one is a must read especially if you love a good ugly cry.

The next book is definitely one of my most anticipated reads…  Watch this space