August 2024: I keep waiting for the magic in this book to weaken so I don’t cry like a baby. Kate Clayborn, how do you still do this to me???
Dramatics aside, I do really love coming back to favorite books repeatedly. The best ones are familiar but also find new ways to touch you because you’re in a different time of your life. This time, probably because I’ve been dealing with my own grief stuff this year, that’s what really got to me—the question of how you arrange yourself and your life after loss. I was also freshly moved by the way the romance heals but doesn’t cure; how love for a person can bring you back into the world and reconnect with it without being all that’s there for you. It’s maybe my favorite thing about Clayborn’s work—that the HEA isn’t the fix for a character’s brokenness, it’s the reward for the emotional work they do in putting their pieces together again.
March 2022: Yep, I read it again. Still watery-eyed. Still super emotional. Just a fucking masterpiece.
Update June 2021: I have now read this book four times and it still makes me cry. I've been trying for ages to figure out what it is about this book that has dug its claws into me, given that I don't share any specific trauma with Zoe or Aiden. I think it's something about how each of them have been trying so hard to be who they think other people needed them to be; but when we meet them they've gotten so used to only showing up as parts of themselves. Even with her best friends Kit and Greer, Zoe isn't always 100% authentic...and I relate to that. But because Zoe and Aiden start as adversaries with so much baggage between them, they already kind of expect the worst from each other and there's no pressure to be any better or different than they really are. They know each other, instinctively, an element that really stood out to me this time around. Gah. I still can't articulate it right. Someone called Luck of the Draw my book soulmate and really, that kind of love defies logic so maybe I should just stop trying to to explain.
Update Sep. 2020: I’ve read this book twice since my original reading and it’s made me cry each time, once in public. I’m pretty sure it’s the only romance that has made me cry like that, and it’s incredible to me that it doesn’t lose any of its impact when I know exactly what’s going to happen. This is solidly in my top 3 favorite books of all time.
Original review (8/30/19):
Oh, my God. OH MY GAWD.
Ignore me, I’m a puddle on the ground right now thanks to this book.
WAIT, NO! Don’t ignore me, obey my command: READ THIS BOOK AT ONCE.
When I say this book gave me feelings, I mean actual physical feelings. My sternum hurt. My throat hurt. My eyes hurt. That all sounds horrible, but trust me, if you like emotional angst, it actually means this book is the LITERAL BEST. I’m not even going to bother to take the time to step away and compose a rational review after letting it simmer because this book doesn’t deserve that. It’s raw, it’s heartfelt, it’s sexy, it’s gorgeous. It made me sob. Like, ugly cry. But in the best possible way, always.
In summary: One of my favorite books of all time.
Overall rating: all the stars in the sky and any neighboring galaxies
Hannah Angst Scale™ rating: 5+
Content notes: grief and depression, opiate addiction and death by overdose (MMC's brother died of overdose, description of overdose death encountered in his work as an EMT), past death of twin, past death of parent by heart attack, FMC married young and then divorced (during period of grief, possibly predatory behavior by her ex), other discussions of grief and loss (MMC attends support group during which other people share their grief stories), alcohol use, on page sex, use of gender essentialist language, ableist language (“drive me crazy”)