AUTHOR: JODI PERRY • CATEGORY: ROMANCE • PAGES: 381
What would you do if the love of your life had no memory of you?
The 19th of January, 1996 . . . I’ll never forget it. It was the day we met. I was seven and she was six. It was the day she moved in next door, and the same day I developed my first crush on a girl.
Then tragedy struck. Nineteen days after our wedding day, Jemma was in an accident that would change our lives forever. When she woke from her coma, she had no memory of me, of us, of the love we shared.
That’s when I started writing her letters. The stories of our life. Of when we met. About the happier times, and everything we’d experienced together.
What we had was far too beautiful to be forgotten.
Did I love this book? No. Did I like it? Yeah. I had a couple of issues with this story. Firstly, the plot and secondly, Jemma and Braxton’s relationship.
The plot- Jemma has a car accident at the start of the book and forgets who she is. The remained of the book is just about her husband trying to get her to remember him. There are no twists or turns. It is simply about one man sending love letters to his wife showing their past together. For me this just wasn’t that exciting. I was hoping for a twist and I thought I had picked up on one early on about her best friend but alas, no twist.
The relationship- this probably won’t win me any fans but I like romance novels, but I don’t like sop. This is soppy, a fairytale, an only-could-be-made-up-in-the-land-of-fiction love. They know each other since they are about 6, fall in love in their teens and that’s it. They have never had an argument. NEVER! Never people. W-o-w. And they both grew up hot and successful. They are super nice successful people and he is pretty much a sex god . Really? Really.
Braxton loves his wife. But I don’t buy into his character and if my husband was that intense with his love I would likely run a mile. You do not need to run around to your wife’s side of the car to open the door. Crazy to say but my female hands also have door opening and closing capabilities. My husband tried to open a car door for me once and I yelled at him. Not joking. So I don’t really swoon for a Braxton knight-in-shining-armour character. Give me a slightly flawed man with a beard any day.
I know how this book was supposed to make me feel. I should have swooned. But I didn’t swoon. I don’t swoon. The writing itself is quite good and I am all for supporting Australian authors, but the characters are too embedded in the world of fictional love to be relateable for me.
Overall Rating: 3/5 teacups
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Happy reading x