I've had bouts of insomnia and let me tell you: going even one day without a proper night's sleep is hell. The older I get, the more I can't do without at least seven hours of shuteye. I get super emotional, irrational, angry, weepy. I simply can't function, not at home and certainly not at work.
Some people can get by with five hours. I cannot. I've never been able to nap, and caffeine does only so much. After a while, I'm wired but still exhausted.
Watching Finnley fight sleep was agonizing. He has an intense phobia of dying while sleeping, thanks to his dad who called death the "big sleep" and forced Finn to watch him handle corpses at age 8.
That would fuck up anyone, and phobias, deeply irrational as they are by definition, take over a person's very being.
All that being said, Finn was hard to like. He didn't want to change, didn't want Aven's help. He hid his drug problem (yes, guzzling gallons of coffee and energy drinks, while popping stimulants like candy, qualifies as a drug problem) and refused to seek therapy.
I loved Aven, although I didn't get to know him as well as I would have liked. Aven was the patient foil to Finnley's phobia madness. He was easygoing and a natural caregiver, but Finn took and took, and never gave. I found this pattern frustrating after a while.
Finnley's job as a funeral director added to the grimness of the story. I wanted more brightness and light.
There was a lot of passion between the MCs, plenty of steam, but it wasn't quite enough to build a connection beyond sex and hurt/comfort.
I really liked the last couple of chapters, when Finn finally realized that he couldn't manage his phobia on his own and there was no shame in accepting Aven's willingly given support. Finn's mischievous and light-hearted personality shone at Aven's sister's wedding and in the epilogue.
Owl's Slumber may not be my favorite book by Nicky James, but it is a well written, interesting story with a hard-earned HEA.