You know when you read a book and you’re talking to it – or its characters – saying things like “why don’t you tell him now?” or “if you had just cleared that up you wouldn’t be in this predicament”? Well, I do, sometimes.
This is not such a book. Nowhere do you feel like just a little communication would have cleared the whole thing up, and therefore ended the book much sooner.
Ms. Paton’s characters, whom I love in every single book so far, are strong, intelligent and yes flawed people trying to do the best they can with what they’ve got. I never feel like bashing the women characters in for being too soft, too needy, too naive or too, well put simply, dumb. Never do I have the urge to beat the men for being stupid, macho twits.
I just love Ainslie Paton’s books. They’re always so good, so real, so ALIVE. See also Detained, Grease Monkey Jive, Getting Real, and many more. Just check out your country’s amazon.
Don’t get me wrong. She does sometimes drag my heart through a river of thorns and back but always manages to put a balm on it by the end of the book. This is not your ordinary soft romance of I fall in love with you, but am keeping a secret, then we have to break up but we wouldn’t need to if I had just told you my secret but then the story wouldn’t hold… It’s gut-wrenching, full of danger, emotional up-and-down roller coaster of suspense, angst, strong feelings and smart and proud characters.
This one is not as totally heartbreaking as, for example, White Balance, which I had trouble finishing but which was totally worth it, but it got me really, really praying for the characters to fix the impossible situation they were in. And no, I couldn’t have solved it by yelling at the book to tell them to talk to each other already. It’s not that easy.
A driver. A biker who needs a ride. Pasts and secrets galore. Love. Betrayal. Trust. And Love again (it’s not a mistake, it’s a capital L). But oh! how they get there.
Thank you again, Ms. Paton, for a wonderful adventure. Keep writing. Please. You do it so well.