“Marry me. Because when the ground gives way under my feet again, I don’t want to have been the man who sent you pink roses, too afraid to buy the red ones that I wanted to give you.”
This story encompasses so many genres, it’s hard to categorize it. It’s difficult to explain what you’ll feel and the experiences you’ll get when you read it. History blends with romance. It is fiction, based largely in reality. Every reader’s reaction will be varied and personal. And the words, oh the words, are all carefully chosen, exquisite and full of depth.
I admit, for me it was a slow start. The details of the past sometimes felt heavy. The story, though intriguing, moved slowly. And because of the way the plot was unraveled, through letters and a third person narrative, the action was minimal. I think a lot of the fault here lies with me, though. Historical fiction, especially set in the World War I era, is very outside my wheelhouse. So I pushed through. Because I adore this author and all her previous books and I KNOW how talented she is, even if I just hadn’t quite found my groove yet.
I am beyond thrilled that I did. The second half of the book, for me, was phenomenal. Intriguing, emotional, romantic and perfectly paced. Mentioning specific names, details, or plot points would ruin the delicately woven story, as how things played out was a surprise I wouldn’t have imagined. And so I will avoid referring to anything that could possibly spoil the magic for potential readers. But I will say that I couldn’t put it down from fifty percent on. And when I reached the conclusion, I only wished there would have been more.