Before she moves to New York City, she meets Ian Sterling, a musician Sparrow has dreamed about since she first saw him. The attraction is instant, but their relationship isn't so simple.
Over a five year span, Sparrow and Ian run into each other in unusual places. Each time, Sparrow has to decide if she can trust him, if he feels the same for her, and finally, if love is really enough.
3 STARS out of 5
AUTHOR: Willow Aster
GENRE: New Adult
I do believe he loves me.
I just don't believe it's enough.
I wasn't enough for him for the last couple of years, why would I think I could be enough now?
Seeing as this book's first chapter was at the end of Dirty Red by Tarryn Fisher (from my fave romance series) and of course, the high ratings this book received, I was expecting more from it.
Most especially from its hero, Ian.
At first, I've skeptically regarded Ian a bit on the cheesy side BUT THE LETTERS
Since the aforementioned letters, I was skimming the pages and rolling my eyes at the same time. Then it started to become NOT really sweet and cute at all. It's a bit stalkerish (as Ian said so himself) and it's pissing me off! I seriously just wanted to shoot him and get it over with.
For me, everything went downhill from there.
I enjoy writing about simple things, really, but in a funny, honest way. I'm not too flowery or even deep. I mean... I can go there, but it's most fun to put a twist on an every day subject. Or to write a love story that has real, flawed characters. I don't like things to be wrapped up with a bright red bow. Life isn't that way. -SparrowOkay, I get it.
This is about real, flawed characters, but so are the loads of romance fiction books on the market. I don't want my stories wrapped up in a pretty neat red bow either; but the events leading to the much anticipated ending fell a bit short.
I expected more drama worthy of some emotional pull... but nothing happened. What follows are short stories of how Sparrow had one botched relationship after another, all in an effort to forget.
I wanted to love this book, I really do.
But as you can see, I just can't.