It’s strange how easy it is to tell our stories to a stranger’s eyes. The truth about Connor Stratford and I had always been a sad tale. Over ten years of chasing, tears, lies, vows, and leaving. Two people who never loved each other at the same time, but couldn’t let each other go.
Now here I was telling our story over drinks midday in an airport bar with my old diary clutched in my hand. Telling some version of our story, anyway.
I left him once with no goodbye. Now I was returning home to give him what he needed to move on.
“It’s important. It’s what you’re thinking.”
I knew what his message meant, sent in the middle of the night after I woke from a fever dream.
He was finally ready, and so was I. I just needed to finally give him the kiss he begged for.
The one that meant goodbye.
If you were ever interested in what a love child between Amy Harmon and Tarryn Fisher looked like- HELLO KISS ME LIKE YOU MEAN IT.
Not only is this a novel about a woman and her struggles with loneliness, depression, and keeping certain men at arms length- it’s a poetic adventure full of delicate words and strong and jagged cuts of feelings. Feelings bleeding out and no band aid cures for these kind, sorry.
The book as a whole was FULL of great lines. The lines were so palpable, heavy. Just right there on the page for you to grasp and take how you want. I almost highlighted the entire book. The prose within these pages were just so overwhelming and full of punches it was sometimes hard for me to breathe. The truth that Jen writes is a lot, but it’s so good.
My kicker with the book, as a whole…wait, do I always have a kicker? I think I do. Anyways, I’m sorry. One word: Timelines. I needed more of a structured timeline. What year were we on? I blinked and Gwen and Conner had been together for four years? Sometimes it was hard for me to tell if we were at present time, or the airport, or past time. So, my only complaint was a more structured timeline.
“When he reaches me, he kisses me like he means it, and he always has. Even when he hated me, he kissed me with the kind of honesty I let die in my throat. He is beauty and life and I am alive because he believes in me, for some reason.
The fairytales don’t compare to the work he does.
To the day in and the day out.
The little twist that was thrown in there caught me off guard but it was great. I seen you Jen, but I didn’t see that coming and I can appreciate how it was put into the story. How it wasn’t thrown in for shock factor. How it was thrown in for Gwen’s growth and understanding.
I would like to end this review with one VERY important piece of information: