Here by Gigi Vale absolutely wrecked me in the quietest, most devastating way.
This is the final book in the Distance series, and honestly? Brandon and Naomi were worth the emotional wait. Gigi Vale has this way of grabbing your attention and not letting go — not with drama for the sake of drama, but with feelings that sit heavy in your chest.
Naomi is the kind of FMC who looks put together from the outside — composed, sharp, always in control — but the cracks are there if you look closely. Her eating disorder, tied to a past she’s never fully escaped, is written with so much restraint and care. It’s not loud. It’s not romanticized. It’s just… there. Lingering. Hurting. And that made it hit harder.
Brandon? God. He’s grieving, suffocating, and stuck trying to become the son his father wanted instead of the man he actually is. Cooking is his love language, his escape, his truth — and watching him fight to hold onto that while being dragged into a future he never chose was painful in the best way.
What I loved most is that neither of them is trying to “fix” the other. They’re both deep in their own mess, but together? They make sense. Healing happens slowly — through food, through patience, through showing up again and again. Naomi eating what Brandon cooks isn’t just romantic, it’s intimate. It’s trust.
And the Distance boys? Still elite. Still the backbone of this series. This book doesn’t just wrap up a love story — it closes a whole found-family chapter, and I was not emotionally prepared for that.
This wasn’t perfect. It was messy, tender, intense — and that’s exactly why it worked. It reminded me that healing isn’t linear, and love doesn’t arrive when you’re “ready.” Sometimes it shows up when you’re barely holding it together and says, stay anyway.
I didn’t want this series to end. I wanted more pages. More moments. More of these beautifully flawed people.
And honestly? Brandon and Naomi might just dethrone my favorites - Lil and Bash.