I was born in sadness, which was just the beginning of a solemn and desolate life. I’m no stranger to pain—none of us are. The night I held my best friend’s hand as she died, I understood true agony. And I never thought I’d feel happiness again.
But that was so long ago…
Moving to Colorado to be with Colin, my high school sweetheart, was the perfect way to start over and rekindle what had begun to fizzle. I wanted that spark to ignite, to burn in passion and desire. Instead, I found myself falling for Jude, my boyfriend’s roommate. He’s the only person who understands my soul, who can breach the walls I’ve built. But I can’t have him.
Because I’m Trista Kohl, and my destiny is sorrow.
Forget the fact that Whitney Barbetti is cool as shit. Forget the fact that Ten Below Zero is one of my my cherished books still to this day. And forget the fact that Whitney Barbetti likes tacos as much as I do. Whitney, as an author and her book Into The Tomorrows portrays some of the best writing I have seen to date. You don’t like the characters or plot? I don’t care. Whitney’s writing is poignant, charismatic, and breathtaking.
“Time means nothing. Time is disposable. Time is the biggest thief of our lives, but only if we let it steal from us.”
The characters. The amount of connection and feelings I felt towards them all was astounding. We all have a little Trista in us. Even some Mila. And as much as I hate to admit it, we all know a Colin. Hell, we may even be a Colin. He drove me absolutely batty. Everything about him screamed wishy washy so I was very timid with him. You may want to hate some of the characters, but you won’t. You’ll empathize and understand them all. So, GOOD JOB WHITNEY!
Beautiful descriptions, incredible scenery, Taco Bell, gin and lemon lime soda, tent loads of angst, and a mysterious, sexy, and captivating Jude. I couldn’t really ask for more from Whitney with this one.
“I think fear itself is healthy. It’s when you’re drowning in it that it’s not. Fear grounds you, but it can bury you too. Take a little bit, but then push on. And that’s what I did. She was profoundly beautiful and tremendously scary. Which is how every worthwhile thing should be.”
I’m going to go back to my whining about having to wait for the second book because OH MY GOD THAT ENDING. Barbetti, I’ll give you 100 pounds of tacos with extra cheese if I can have Back to Yesterday now. BRAVO, BARBETTI. BRAVO.