#ｑｏｔｄ I’ve been up since 3am and can’t think. Lol. Rain or sunshine? Why? I like drain because it’s cuddly. ⠀
This series is the first in a while to legitimately make me sob. Sobbed guys. I sobbed. It was wonderful and it ripped my heart out. And I’m obviously still not over it. This book? UGH. I loved it. It took me longer to read because I was terrified. It was beautiful. ⠀
If you haven't read the Ribbon Diet yet, you absolutely must do that to understand this novel adequately. Trust me.
This novel. like the ribbon duet, spans a mass of years. You journey with Hope and Jacob and truly learn them before you get to the good stuff. Half of it was ripping my heart out and the rest was slowly putting it back together.
Jacob was a muddy character, but to be honest, it fit him. it fit his personality and his past and I loved the fact hat through the book he stayed true to who we was. Hope, gosh I loved her the most. She was my favorite part of this book besides the ending.
Which was perfect.
And I already want more.
“Things you should know about me from the very beginning:
I was born to true love, witnessed the destruction it causes, and vowed never to let such agony happen to me. I am not a story-teller like my father. I am not a writer like my mother. I am just a son—their son.
I am happy being alone.
And that is all I ever want to be.”
The day he was born, Jacob learned his hardest and longest lesson.
It wasn’t a lesson a boy should learn so young, but from his earliest memories he knew where happiness lives, so does tragedy. Where love exists, so does heartbreak. And where hope resides, so does sorrow.
That lesson carved him from the kid to the teen to the man.
And nothing and no one could change his mind.
I first met him when he was fourteen at a movie premiere of all places. A movie based on his parent’s life.
He was stoic, strong, suspicious, and secretive.
I was only ten, but I felt something for him. A strange kind of sorrow that made me want to hug and heal him.
I was the daughter of the actor hired to play his father.
We shared similarities.
I recognized parts of him because they were parts of me.
But no matter how many times we met. No matter how many times I tried.
He stayed true to his vow to never fall.