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396 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 17, 2014
“This is what he does to me. Open up the windows of my soul and pushes me out.”
“We were like two stars converging around the same axis, but with paths that missed each other by a fraction of infinity.”
“We all die, Shayda.” He turns and looks at me. “It’s about how we choose to get there.”
Are you happy, Shayda?” I asked.
She was supposed to say yes.
And I was supposed to thank her for the dance, escort her back to the table and leave—free, clear and cured. With Helicia in tow.
She said nothing.
And I inhaled her all over again.

...love is end-less, bottom-less, boundary-less. The more you give, the more gushes out. It spills over, refusing to be contained in neat little parcels, swelling like a river after a flash flood. And in the end, it doesn’t matter which part was whose, because in the end it’s all one, like streams merging into the ocean.
It’s strange how someone can walk into your life, shatter the windows, break down your doors, empty the rooms, scatter your belongings, and then walk away without having the slightest inkling of the storm they’d brought..


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I turned into the shelter of his embrace, and he, not knowing, not asking, took me in.
But it’s not just this. It’s the things he doesn’t see, the ghosts of my father and brother in that photo, staring back at me. Men who can never limit themselves to just one woman.
“That’s sad,” I say. “And beautiful. If she stays, she dies. If she goes, she dies.”
Because you love him, comes the answer. You love him.
You love him.
It echoes like the clap of distant thunder. How many women have loved him and been left by him? How many have sat with him on a rainy night and felt like this? This gut-twisting, soul-wrenching thing he does to me? What does it matter, this sad, useless love, when it would destroy all my other loves—my home, my family?
There are two types of women in the world. Those who run far and fast from Troy Heathgate, and those who throw themselves at him. Indifference is not an option.
His eyes are bare, naked, like he’s been running for a long, long time and now he’s finally here, looking at me, tired, weary, and very, very thirsty.
He lowers his gaze, picks up a strand of my hair and twirls it around his finger.
“I miss you,” he says to it.
He cuts me off with a passionate kiss, slamming me hard against the car. “I fucking love you,” he chants with hot breath in my ear, before claiming my lips again.
Cars honk as they drive by. A man passes by with his dog. Somewhere, a jackhammer is drilling the pavement. Wind chimes tinkle in the breeze. The soft whirring of pigeon wings. A kid laughs at us. And there, in the bustle of mid-town, our lips cling in silence, until the edges of our bodies melt, until my mouth knows the taste of his soul.
When we finally come up for air, I open my mouth, but he silences me.
"I just couldn’t not say it anymore.” He leans his forehead against mine and closes his eyes.
I cling to him, not caring that the whole street can see me crying.
Troy, behind a glass wall, shooting hoops in his corner office. Who has a basketball net installed at work? How did I allow myself to get involved with a man who thinks the whole world is his playground?
My breath still catches when he looks at me. I think maybe that was it all along. He always looked at me like he really saw me. Me, the empty woman with half eaten dreams and flaws and desires. And he filled me up.

“Then let’s have a wild and crazy affair. Get it out of our system. Anything would be better than this. This half-living. This damned yearning.”
"You’re a mass of contradictions, Shayda. All these delicious curves, wrapped around a rod of steel."
We were a different kind of broken. The quiet, silent kind that gets swept under the bed or stuffed in the linen closet. And we had become good, really, really good, at leaving those spaces undisturbed.




"My grandma used to say that people born on the same day are two halves of the same soul."
“My mind keeps going back to Troy.
Somewhere in the fabric of all these years, our lives got tangled, like unruly threads pulling and snagging into impossible knots.”
"I notice Troy Heathgate's eyes on me. Every time I turn around, there he is, following me with his brooding eyes. Having shots at the bar, looking at me. Listening to his dates, looking at me. Toying with his drink, looking at me... Watching and waiting."
“I know it took a lot for you to get here and I know why you came.”
“Why?”
“For the same reason I did. Because you had no choice. Because you couldn’t eat. Or sleep. Or think of anything else but this.”
“I wish I could hold your hand outside this room, go for a walk, sit on a patio, watch the world go by.”
“Are you happy, Shayda?”
A second. That’s all it takes. A single beat of hesitation on my part…
Here I am, ten years later. Troy Heathgate is at my door.
Let me in.
“He says my name like he’s been holding it in his mouth for a long time, savouring it, letting his tongue taste each vowel, each consonant, before releasing it.”
“You want me to choose?”
“It’s not about what I want. Or what anyone else wants. What do YOU want, Shayda?”
“You okay?” He rubs my feet.
Am I okay?
I start laughing, a little hysterically. I don’t think he has the slightest idea what it’s taken for me to get here. I’ve crossed oceans and countries and continents. That was the easy part. But sitting here before Troy Heathgate now, I’m teetering on a knife’s edge between honour and disgrace.”
“I return to my office and shut the door. I want to keep the smell of him from escaping. It’s barely noticeable, the kind of thing only a lover would recognize, sparking associations that set the pulse racing.”
“Don’t.” The softest whisper.
My eyes swing to the door.
He never left.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he says. “I told you. Whatever happens, we face it together.”
“It’s one of those moments that sears itself in your heart, where you realize that somehow, miraculously, through all the mistakes you can make, through all the hurt and pain, happiness can still find it’s way through all the cracks in your heart.



There are no words. Please join in applause for this author, as she has written this beautifully poignant epic that will have you on the edge of your chaise lounge.
The prose, the plot arc, the character development....all perfectly done to engender your deepest emotions.
There are so many layers and complexities within this book which all plays out perfectly at the end. To be truthful, there were so many times I was tempted to just skip to the last chapters, just cos my heart could no longer take the suspense; however, I persevered and trust me, it was ah-mazing
Please place this on you TBR and get at it asap. You won't be disappointed.

Troy, meet Hafez, Shayda's husband. Her anchor, her rock, her safe harbor.Shayda and Troy are both born on the same day but in different parts of the country.
Hafez, meet Troy, the current that sweeps her so far ashore, she forgets which way is home.
"My grandma used to say that people born on the same day are two halves of the same soul."Shayda loves each man but is not in-love with each man.
I realized that it's possible to love two people in two completely different ways.An impressive debut book for, Ms. Attar, and I look forward to more from this up and coming author. She created a cultural story told within the confines of two genres: women's fiction and romance.
"What good is love if you don't show it?"

"You just see what you can't have," I reply.
"Maybe. Or maybe I've carried you with me for so long, there's no room for anyone else."
"I wait for guilt to set in. I wait for self-loathing to roll in. I wait for my feet to carry me to the door. But when his lips graze mine, whisper soft, I know this is what I've been waiting for. How long have I thought about this? How many weeks? Months? Years? His lips on mine. Like this. My fingers running through his hair. Like this."
"Who can resist to be disrobed so? With lips and tongue and lover's breath."
"I want to share every sunrise and every sunset and every second in between with you. I want your laughter and your breath and your blood and your bones. You're the one thing that centers my soul. I may circle the whole world, but you'll always be home."
”The only way to feel truly alive is to start living fearlessly”
”If we base our decisions on all the things we’re afraid of, we would be paralyzed with fear. We’d never have the guts to love, or hope or dream”
”Troy, meet Hafez, Shayda’s husband. Her anchor, her rock, her safe harbor. Hafez, meet Troy, the current that sweeps her so far ashore, she forgets which way is home.”Shayda is a Persian and was basically sent to Canada to get married. She gets married to Hafez and they like each other so it’s not the typical arranged marriage. One day she meets Troy and there is a special connection. The book spans over several decades and tells Shayda’s story and her journey to happiness.
“The only way to feel truly alive is to start living fearlessly.”53 Letters for My Lover was not what I expected. I kind of expected letters in the book. But there weren’t any real letters. However, that’s not why I’m rating it 3 stars. It just didn’t blow me away. The first part of the book was interesting, it was heartbreaking to read about what Shayda and Hafez experienced during their life. But then it was just sex, sex and again sex. Don’t get me wrong – I have nothing against sex, but I felt like at some point there wasn’t a real plot anymore. I would have loved to read more about her life , not just the sex parts .
This is my first Leylah Attar book and I must say she is a fantastic writer.



"Somewhere in the fabric of all these years, our lives got tangled, like unruly threads pulling and snagging into impossible knots."




