Review

I received a copy of this book from Lola’s Blog Tours in exchange for an honest review.

This book made me sad. I mean, the love story that I really rooted for ended up on a sad note. It was hopeful, yes, but it was still sad. I really wish that Joanna and Robert’s ending was better and happier. I liked their love story because it developed through time when he was in the island.

As for the children’s love story, I felt like it was too much of an insta-love romance for me to be invested on it. I found it difficult to relate to them at most. However, I do like Joanna’s daughter because she was brave and compassionate. I did hate the way Robert treated her when they met for the first time.

As much as I wanted a happier ending for Joanna and Robert, I have to honestly say that Robert was the biggest jerk ever, and it was just the best thing in the book when he lost the election. He was a jerk, a coward, and a selfish brat.

This book was written poignantly, with so much emotion and drama. I even wish it lasted longer. I wish there was more chapters for what happened during the campaign and after that. Nevertheless, I really enjoyed reading this book. It had a steady pacing that was just enough to always keep a reader’s attention and interest.

Excerpt

They slept in the cottage, although neither had slept much.  Joanna now lay in bed alone, staring into the humid darkness, confused and haunted by feelings of betrayal and compassion; her mind filled with a virulent strain of anger.  She felt betrayed by a capricious world that promenades romance and love across the movie screens and the pages of steamy novels, with the false promise of fulfillment and happiness.  In magazines, pop songs and TV ads, the young, with sassy attitudes and adolescent insouciance, gyrate and pose, licking their fat sensual lips in an invitation to fall under the sinister spell of Neptune, the planet of illusion.

She knew all this.  She’d written about it in her book, using the symbols and signs of astrology.  She had even used fairy tales as an example: Cinderella and Snow White.  She had warned her readers about these not so innocent Neptunian stories and had just stopped short of writing that the naked reality of love often lies somewhere between deplorable hope and childish despair.

Joanna rolled to her side and stared out the window in an effort of self-control.  The first gray light of dawn began chasing away shadows.  Her compassion for Robert grew as the aching minutes passed.  He had left a few minutes before and was surely roaming the beach, haggard and conflicted, as he had been most of the night.

The sun would rise shortly and the unraveling, indefinite day would begin.  The painful process of separation would begin.  Their perfect lifetime together was coming to an end and she was entirely unprepared for it, despite all of her astrological “wisdom” and counseling experience.  She had conveniently shut out the possibility that Robert would ever leave.  Over the past weeks, she had completely ignored the inevitable and the obvious: Robert had another life and he would have to go back to it.  She was, after all, the “other” woman.

Joanna had no illusions.  Regardless of whether Robert returned to her or not, their life together would never be the same.  Their transparent innocence had finally been seen for what it was: a chimera, a little fairy tale that would have lasted forever, except that there was an epilogue.  A disclaimer: “Dear Reader, all of the previous pages were written under the influence of self-delusion.”

Morning came with a wet silver light, a brisk wind and a gentle mist.  Joanna dressed in jeans, a sweatshirt and a jacket, and left the cottage for the house.  She paused near the edge of the cliff and searched for Robert.  The surf was restless.  The beach was empty.  Where had he gone?

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