This book honestly read like a lowkey horror story for me, I'm sorry, but Paisley was insufferable. Delusional, inconsiderate, and chaotic, to say the least.
We have a man who was wrongfully accused and convicted, serving twelve years for a crime he didn’t commit. Meanwhile, his so-called “best friend” is pressed like a little Black girl’s hair on Easter Sunday. She becomes a lawyer, abandoning her dream of becoming a jewelry designer, all to get him exonerated. And yes, she succeeds. But then, in her marble sized brain, she feels entitled to him now, as if her years-long crush means they’re destined to be together.
Mind you this man just got out of prison. He was sentenced as a college freshman, lost both of his parents while inside, and is clearly traumatized, trying to get reacquainted with the real world. But we’re supposed to believe this is a beautiful, heartwarming tale of long-lost love finally fulfilled? It didn’t land that way for me. Paisley’s expectations were based on a crush she never communicated, and now that he’s free, she expects romance in return?
Yes, it all works out in the end, but let’s be real Kydrick needed therapy, possibly medication, and definitely better friends. Also, what was the point of the boss subplot? If his behavior was so inappropriate, why wasn’t she documenting it? For a lawyer, she was distressingly naive and irrational when it came to this man. That part really didn’t sit well with me.
I appreciate what the author was trying to do with this story, and I know many readers found it romantic and redemptive. But for me, it missed the mark. I say this with all due respect: this book just wasn’t for me.