Just a few years ago I would not have thought I’d have stopped reading so many books partway through, but I had all the time in the world to read then. I’m much busier these days. Hopefully, I won’t be writing one of these posts any time soon.
I Loved You in Another Life by David Arnold
I really wanted to enjoy this because well look how gorgeous that cover is. But no, it was very boring. The writing was beautiful and I could see what they were going for, but it wasn’t for me.
Synopsis: Evan Taft has plans. Take a gap year in Alaska, make sure his little brother and single mother are taken care of, and continue therapy to process his father’s departure. But after his mom’s unexpected diagnosis, as Evan’s plans begin to fade, he hears something: a song no one else can hear, the voice of a mysterious singer . . .
Shosh Bell has dreams. A high school theatre legend, she’s headed to performing arts college in LA, a star on the rise. But when a drunk driver takes her sister’s life, that star fades to black. All that remains is a void—and a soft voice singing in her ear . . .
Over it all, transcending time and space, a celestial bird brings strangers together: from an escaped murderer in 19th century Paris, to a Norwegian kosmonaut in low-earth orbit, something is happening that began long ago, and will long outlast Evan and Shosh.
Wild Fires by Sophie Jai
This was DNF from last year, I think and I actually can’t remember how far I got into Wild Fires but not much happened and I spent most of it confused and bored. It’s not often I find myself bored when reading, but there’s a first time for everything I suppose.
Synopsis: The only things Cassandra knows about her family are the stories she’s heard in snatches over the years: about the aunt and cousin she never got to meet, about the man from the folded-up photograph in one of her aunt’s drawers, and of course about her cousin Chevy, and his troubled past – but no one utters a word about them any more.
When a call from one of her sisters brings Cassandra news of Chevy’s death, she has to return home for the funeral. To Toronto and the big house on Florence Street, where her sisters are hiding more than themselves in their rooms, where the tension brewing between her mother and aunts has been decades in the making, and where sooner or later every secret, unspoken word and painful memory will find its way out into the open.
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