Even though I didn’t cry like most people would have, I still liked it, a lot.
The book tag line says, a heart-wrenching story of love and hope.
I was ready for that. I was ready for all the crying, had the tissues and all.
But I didn’t.
Call me insensitive, call me whatever but I didn’t.
Yes, the beginning was awful and sad but after it, I expected more? A little something, different.
To be honest I felt more drawn to Beau and his continuing rejection from Kate than I could feel for her and what she was going through.
And then Asher happened.
And I got angry. From the first feeling she had, that it was okay to like him, I knew that something would happen and she would go back to Beau to lick her wounds.
And it did.
But I did not see it coming.
Did it feel a little too much? Yes.
Did it feel a little like it was trying too hard to bring out the emotions and the tears? Absolutely.
Kate had Asher, until she didn’t and Beau was moving on so she got jealous and she was thinking that maybe it was too soon for him to forget all about her.
And I got angry. Again.
A guy is waiting, hoping for a single touch, a single kiss, something to tell him that she was into him and even though she couldn’t let him in, Asher was fine to talk to?
I get Asher’s role into this, I do, but the story made me focus more on Beau’s pain rather than hers, I kind of didn’t even like her at some point.
What I did like was Beau and Asher, and his beautiful words and sweet gestures.