Right. This was an absolute abomination of a book. I don't know how this atrocity even got past an editor (seems as though it bypassed that stage). The only redeeming part of this book was that it was a buddy read with the lovely Chloe McDade, with whom I got to rant about this piece of garbage, as I will proceed to do here.
This book was supposed to be a commentary on grief and love, I assume, for it did not achieve that. There are so very many things wrong with it I don't even know where to begin. I suppose the characters are a good place to start.
Savannah: The most one-dimensional 'PETITE' 'PINT SIZED' blonde character ever. Her personality traits include (and are limited to), being introverted, being Poppy's sister, her grief, being Cael's lover and being petite - in that order. Carl isn't much better. He too is defined by his grief, the death of his brother, being an aggressive, brooding twat and a 'hockey-player-that-never-was' and loving Savannah - also in that order.
Together, they are the most boring, and plain and quite elementary characters/couple ever, and there is absolutely nothing to root for, because it is so predictable.
Now for the plot. Let me just preface by saying that this book is YA, therefore the target audience are children. The issue I have with this is that Cole seems to make a caricature of grief (despite stating that she too has endured it), and whilst doing so, she also proposes that the solution for this is to find 'the love of your life'. First of all, entirely wrong message. Grief is something you, and only you can face alone, (with the support of others ofc) and the relationship Carl and Savannah develop is not only terribly unrealistic ('I don't feel anything for 4 years, but I meet you and we create the beautiful blossoming relationship within which we both thrive, but only when we are together') but also incredibly unhealthy. Why, might you ask? CO-DEPENDENCY?! I don't know what experience the author herself has gone through to come to such a conclusion, and also believe that said conclusion should be transcribed into a little book for young adults, but my god this is so unhealthy. And this paired with the most bland, boring characters in the history of literature (of which this book is not), creates something that not only makes me lose brain cells but also distorts what grief is and the healthy ways to cope with it. The book has the skeleton of correct philosophy's, but it is a skeleton only - non-functioning and bare. The couple are defined by this grief, maybe that was the point initially, which is fair enough - grief is all-encompassing - but afterwards they became defined by each other which may seem sweet but is actually very unhealthy. And I also felt that the author was desperately trying to re-create Rune and Poppy's relationship. Beyond the grief parts, it is terrible to compare you relationship to someone else's let alone your dead sister's. And I think it's completely indelicate that Poppy's one dying wish for Savannah is for her to find 'her Rune'. I'm sorry but if one of my siblings died, I would not wish for them to find a love that was JUST LIKE mine? Bit ridiculous and if I'm honest, seems a bit out of character for how Poppy was portrayed in the previous book.
Ok and now onto this grief holiday trip they all took. Who, in their right mind, would think 'oh, well I've got a bunch of grieving teenagers who have all experience varying degrees of trauma, ranging from school-shootings to holding their dead brothers in their arms. I've got a fabulous idea, lets take them all to see more dead bodies being carried by their grieving families!'. I understand that Cole was trying to share different cultures' ways of grieving and mourning, but this was incredibly tasteless and uncouth, and completely triggering. Need I say more.
Secondly, their little visit to the Philippines was completely 'white saviour complex' and borderline neo-colonialist. Taking these grieving children to go visit more grieving children, but these ones have lost everything, and viewing that as some kind of consolation? You've got to be joking. And the fact that this is large scale devastation, and Carl makes himself feel all fulfilled and accomplished because he taught a boy who had lost his brother AND his home to play hockey? Again, completely tactless. Though, credit where credit is due, Savannah's interaction with the girl Tala, was lovely and I did shed a few tears then.
Overall, this was such a joke of a book and I hate dnf'ing books so I read this one to the very end (though skimmed the last few chapters, because I could tell you what happened before I even read it). As with most sequels, a desperate attempt to make more money, will not be recommending to anyone, especially not anyone experiencing any form of grief or any children. Complete and utter disappointment, but I suppose you can expect as much from an author that romanticises the KKK (see her other books).