✰ 2.75 stars ✰
“You're the best friend I've ever had.”
“Yeah,” Liam whispered. You're mine, too.”
It is a heartbreaking story; it is heartbreaking to imagine the situation Jonah found himself in at such a young age, one born out of rejection and necessity and obligation, which makes it even more painful to imagine the life - the person he could have been, if life could have just been a bit kinder to him. 🥺 So when that offer of kindness is extended by Liam, one borne out of the most unconventional of meetings, I didn't fault him for accepting that helping hand - one that slowly extended into a beautiful, tender friendship of understanding and connection - one where Liam desperately craved to help Jonah break free of his restraints, knowing full well that he could only make matters worse if he did. 😢
“Fire. Ice. A heartbreak in his throat. A voice that tried to drown it all out.
And a single spark of rebellion that hadn't yet been extinguished.”
Liam was so very patient, understanding and considerate of Jonah. He offered him a few hours of respite, of care and warmth that had been stolen from Jonah, which was captured in a sincere and touching manner, that gave him the sense of security and safety he desperately longed for. A sanctuary to the loneliness and alone-ness that haunted his waking breath. 🫂 Liam's gentleness is a harsh contrast to the cruel reality Jonah is victim to and that was painful to witness, as well as his desperation to protect him from returning to it for as long as he could. 'Anything, if it means getting another week.' To have to go back to the dark and dismal shame that awaited him, even when money was the only thing his keeper was after. The comparison to Jonah and the Whale was both bittersweet and beautiful, one that evoked such a strong emotion and connection between the two of them. ❤️🩹❤️🩹
I was a bit miffed at Marcus; it was obvious in one instance who he was and I applauded Jonah for his reaction towards him - visceral, heartbreaking and jarring, but so believably captured. I was upset, though, at the change of heart regarding his involvement, but I think that was a realistic approach the author took. 👍🏻 As much as it hurt me, anyway. 😞
“It was harder to block out the feeling of strangers' hands, harder to ignore the whispers of false affection, now that he knew what it felt like to be kissed by someone who cared.”
But, I can't quite put my finger on it, but there was something about the writing that did not work for me. Maybe it was the predictability of it, maybe it was that the angst felt a bit too much at times, which is unfair and disrespectful of me to say, but... it just felt a little like I was reading fanfiction... there is a difference, I know there is, and I had that impression here. 😕 I think it had to do with how limited in scope the setting and relationship was, that it never developed further than the interactions that they had. It is no fault to the plot or characters, since the circumstances in which they met had to be only in A Series of Rooms, but I could not shake that feeling off. 🤷🏻♀️
It should have impacted me more, and even now, while writing out my thoughts, I'm still befuddled as to why it didn't click; it had broken boys, broken hearts, and a happy ending; although the epilogue was too perfect, but considering the hell they've been through, it is easily forgiven. It is a fluid read, and there were some heart wrenching scenes that stood out, and Jonah's anguish and trauma was achingly convincing, but... No, it's definitely a me issue. 🙋🏻♀️ Again, I think it also had to do with the fact that the scenes were so limited to the hotel rooms, that their personalities did not really develop beyond that. That
restrained
outlook of developing their relationship affected the nature of their character development in other places, so maybe that is to blame for my lack of being entirely emotionally invested in it. 😔