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338 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 29, 2016

Love is strange. It comes out of nowhere. There’s no logic to it. It’s not methodical. It’s not scientific. It’s pure emotion and passion. And emotion and passion can be dangerous because they fuel love… and hate.
“That’s what life is, it’s fucking trying. You don’t get a medal for it. It’s expected, as a member of the human race, that you try.”
I’m going to burn in hell atop the hottest pyre for all of eternity.
Because the truth, everything else aside, is that no one’s better for me than Seamus. In the deep, dark recesses of my mind, I know that… Seamus can’t be king to my queen.
Because he’s a saint.
And no one measures up to a saint.
“I love him. I know I don’t love like other people do. My version of love is driven by selfish need, a little self-loathing, and some jealousy. But it feels so damn real when it beats inside my chest, and it’s starved for his touch, and his adoring stare, and his loving words, and his complete devotion. God, I miss that... I wasted years on games. I thought I was winning, most of the time I was losing. Losing him.”
I’m waiting for his eyes to meet mine. I’m waiting for him to say something sweet. I’m waiting for him to kiss me. I would give anything to kiss him.
Anything.
But that can’t happen because he’s a saint.
And I’m a bitch.
And everyone knows it.
Including me.
“You still love her?” she asks sincerely.
“She’s a bitch,” I answer solemnly. I mean it… and I don’t mean it… in equal measure.
“Bitches need love too.”
“Parenthood isn’t genetic, it’s about love and commitment. Period.”
“Seamus' lips told a story. A story I wanted to live in. Forever. A realistic story that was sprinkled with darkness, but that always came back to the light. A light that made me believe love exists. Pure, intentional, forgiving, enduring love.
Bone-jarringly beautiful love.”
“Are you trying, Miranda? Is this you trying to be a parent? I want so fucking badly to believe you’re being real with me and that you’ve finally come to the realization that you have the most amazing children on the planet, and that it’s a privilege to be their mom.”
“I’ve moved around a lot in my life. I’ve met a lot of people. I like your heart, Seamus.” She cups my cheek, kisses me softly on the corner of my mouth, and whispers, “My heart really likes your heart.”
"I would sell my fucking soul to fight for my kids."
“Life blooms in second chances.”
Reality can be a fierce bitch. So can Miranda. And I can be a fool...who believes in dreams. And people and love.Seamus is now living in a small apartment with his three kids. No matter what happens in his life, as long as he has his kids, he knows he will be okay. Seamus and the kid’s new apartment have a few neighbors. The couple that owns the place, a quiet lady named Hope, and a fun-loving, free spirit named Faith. All these characters have a large part in this story. I especially loved Faith and all her Free Hugs :)
“You were never broken,” she whispers, “You were always Seamus.”





Holden has written an exceptional and emotive book and once you begin this book, you more or less are asked to throw in your lot with whom your moral compass aligns. Miranda the witch or Seamus the saint..
At a visceral level, my lot should have been with Seamus. I mean, come on, the guy is a candidate for sainthood. The great dad and breathtakingly handsome loving husband. What's not to like? On the other hand: Miranda. Terrible wife, unworthy mother, and a depiction of avarice and selfishness. What's to like?
I was fascinated by Miranda's thoughts and actions. This was one woman who gave little room to chance. She wanted a man who would adore her and she went and got one who did. Seamus. I'm guessing that we're supposed to find Miranda appalling. Yes, she was selfish and emotionally cold, but I quite liked her and felt deep compassion for a woman who was single-handedly destroying everything that should have meant the world to her. I saw beyond the bluster, she wasn't evil, just misguided and lacking in empathy. These are qualities that can be changed.
I'd hate to give the impression that I didn't like Seamus because I did, but he seemed too perfect and that irked me to no end. Moreover, why does he, a man in his 30s, not have any friends or support system.
I dare say Holden created these characters independent of the plot. Each scene was too premeditated. For one, I could predict every scene before it played out. The string holding the plot was frayed. The characters played to the puppet master's pull. The story, too perfect.
Then there's Faith. The convenient emotional crutch who seems too perfectly placed. 22-year-old, stripper-not-prostitute, who likes to give hugs.. I didn't like her and don't ask me why. I know why, but please don't ask. Okay, if you insist: HER character was too predictable. We saw this neon sign on her forehead from the very beginning: "Future Mrs Seamus".
It may seem contrary, but I loved this book and was happy that Seamus found someone who was worthy of his brand of affection; however, a better story would have been to have the newly reformed Miranda reconcile with Seamus. Now, that's a love story that would be so much more.






Seamus can’t be the king to my queen. Because he’s a saint. And no one measures up to a saint.

I didn’t know people could hug your soul with their soul. Faith can.
Being a good person is partially subjective; beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. It’s whatever we deem acceptable, whatever we find ourselves worthy of.














“Seamus can’t be the king to my queen. Because he’s a saint. And no one measures up to a saint.“
“She’s contrast. She shines effortlessly, unknowingly imploring me to take notice. It’s an attraction I wholeheartedly feel but have unconsciously tried to deny.”
"I didn’t know people could hug your soul with their soul. Faith can."
“Thank God for my kids. They’re my life. They’re my purpose. They’re my everything.”
“I like your heart, Seamus.” She cups my cheek, kisses me softly on the corner of my mouth, and whispers, “My heart really likes your heart.”
"Life blooms in second chances."
“Hope your day is as awesome as you are. Love, Dad.”
“And my heart shatters for the second time today. It’s blown apart into so many pieces, the shrapnel spread so far and wide, I know what remains will never fit back together again. Puzzles don’t work when you only have half of the pieces. Same goes for hearts.”
“We’re immature teenagers emotionally, both bankrupt in the ability to love and care for another. That doesn’t bode well for matrimony or even monogamy.”
“I didn’t know people could hug your soul with their soul. Faith can.”
“Life blooms in second chances.”
“…it’s my future façade. An enviable husband and a few spawn look good for well-rounded appearance’s sake, a wolf surrounded by cute, likable, soft little sheep. Everyone loves sheep.”
“Ask one hundred people to explain love. And you’ll get one hundred different answers. Because Love is like art, it’s subjective. Fluid. Ever-changing. Evolving.”

“I didn’t know people could hug your soul with their soul.”I don’t want to talk about the plot or even the relationship between the characters because I feel the book is best enjoyed through blind submersion. I will say that Kim Holden has crafted an interesting and diverse group of characters and assembled them in complex plot that deeply affected me on many levels.
“Every day when I wake up, I remind myself that present is possibility, and the past is a lesson.”Contrast that with Miranda, who I’m pretty sure is the Anti-Christ. I don’t think I’ve ever loathed a character more, and, boy, did I love to hate her and her ruthless calculations.
“My vagina is a weapon in my arsenal, and any stiff cock can be defeated by it. Weakened. Vanquished. It’s a tool to concur.”On an angst scale from one to ten, this book is about a fifteen, which is right up my alley when done with such a skillful hand. You will find a dose of humor here and there to help ease the tension, along with many inspiring moments that will tug on your heartstrings.

“Life blooms in second chances."
"Thank God for my kids. They’re my life. They’re my purpose. They’re my everything.”
“You can’t miss what you never had, right? That holds true for everything in my life, except one. Love.”

“I didn’t know people could hug your soul with their soul. Faith can.”

