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A review by kcsunshine25
Endless Stretch of Blue by Riley Hart
3.0
There are some things about this book that I absolutely love that would have made it 4 stars - to me 4 is a great book. Then there’s a couple of niggles that make me more inclined to a 3.
The pretext of the story, I loved. Damon Blackwell and Enzo Moretti are connected because they both lost loved ones in the same tragedy. A brother and a sister. The transition from friends who understand each other to lovers was sweet.
The family relationships depicted in the book are so well observed. There’s a parent with dementia and a parent/child relationship that feels hurtful because of favouritism. Those both hit me in the heart.
I love the scenario of two straight men who fall in love because love has no boundaries.
Some of the writing felt clunky to me. I don’t like the use of gotta, wanna in anything other than speech and if someone talks about being connected during sex, it makes my eyes roll. Who the fuck says that? If my husband said I feel so connected to you while we were having sex, I honestly would be so turned off I might contemplate becoming a nun. Or feeding him to the pigs.
Ending on a high, the epilogue made me cry, in a good way because love is love, and I love love.
The pretext of the story, I loved. Damon Blackwell and Enzo Moretti are connected because they both lost loved ones in the same tragedy. A brother and a sister. The transition from friends who understand each other to lovers was sweet.
The family relationships depicted in the book are so well observed. There’s a parent with dementia and a parent/child relationship that feels hurtful because of favouritism. Those both hit me in the heart.
I love the scenario of two straight men who fall in love because love has no boundaries.
Some of the writing felt clunky to me. I don’t like the use of gotta, wanna in anything other than speech and if someone talks about being connected during sex, it makes my eyes roll. Who the fuck says that? If my husband said I feel so connected to you while we were having sex, I honestly would be so turned off I might contemplate becoming a nun. Or feeding him to the pigs.
Ending on a high, the epilogue made me cry, in a good way because love is love, and I love love.