The story started out quite well. A nervous William confesses to Naomi that he is in love with her. After a bit of reluctance and persuasion, the two begin a relationship. Their feelings deepen as they steal whatever time they can find without his parents finding out. I loved their chemistry. In fact, I purchased the book before finishing the sample.
But...
William's mother discovers the relationship and hits the proverbial ceiling. Determined to keep her son from making the horrible mistake of taking up with a black girl, she does everything in her power to keep them apart. And this is where the book begins to fall apart.
From the time William goes off to Harvard and Naomi goes to nursing school, almost forty years pass. Unfortunately, the author decided to take us through much of that time even though the hero and heroine are not together. We explore William's relationship with his parents. His son (by Evelyn). His son (by Naomi). Naomi's mother. His business partner. His chauffeur.
(I actually enjoyed the developing relationship between William and Scott. Though it was clear that he was William’s son early on, I still felt it was the best part of the book.)
What we don’t get to see is further development between the leads. Instead, by way of flashbacks, inner monologues, and third party discussions, we are repeatedly told how desperately they love each other still. But without giving them much screen time, it was difficult to form a connection to them.
Finally they meet at a dinner arranged by William's son. But the author neglects to reacquaint the long lost lovers. William is now married to Evelyn, the horrible wretch we met earlier in the book. And she is dying. William browbeats Naomi into coming out of her days long retirement to play nursemaid to Evelyn. He knows she is hateful and racist, yet he subjects Naomi to her abuse, often telling Naomi to just go along with his wife's unreasonable requests for the sake of harmony. I lost all respect for William here. This entire plot line infuriated me. How could he profess to love Naomi while reducing this accomplished and proud woman to the status of a Jim Crow era servant. She worked so hard all of her life to avoid that very circumstance. He destroyed it in a matter of days. There was little chance his character could be rehabilitated by the end of the book, especially because their reconciliation occurred so late in the story.
As for Naomi, I lost respect for her for accepting William's manipulative b.s. She could have left at any time, but she allowed William to gaslight her into thinking she was “unprofessional” and “weak” for failing to happily accept the crap she was being fed. I was so furious at these two that I considered DNFing this book several times. By continuing to read on, I felt as if I was a party to their abusive relationship. I wanted to see if the author could pull this off, but the hole she dug for her leads was just too deep.
In the end, Naomi leaves after Evelyn discovers their deception. She didn’t develop a backbone. She was found out and had to leave. Likewise, William didn’t decide to confront his wife like a grownup. She served him with divorce papers. The divorce was easy. The settlement was fair. And Evelyn wasn’t even angry. Oh, and her stage four breast cancer resolved itself. He can leave with a clear conscience. As usual, William didn’t have to face any consequences. Once again, he gets what he wants but everyone else pays the price. Easy peasy.
Now free and single, William makes a quick and cordial phone call which removes Lionel, his rival, from the picture. But only after Lionel cleans up the empty beer bottles, numerous cigarette butts, and tidies Naomi's townhouse. Because we wouldn’t want William to have to do that.
William professes his love once again. Naomi tells him he still doesn’t understand her. All of a sudden, William has an epiphany. He sees the error of his ways and asks for a chance to prove that he means it this time. Naomi rightly accuses him of being self centered and selfish. But ... She can’t let him go. Ugh!
It’s sad that a novel which began so beautifully devolved into this mess of abuse and manipulation. If only William had come to his final revelation at the halfway mark, there may have been time for him to prove himself. The two of them could have spent the second half of the book rediscovering each other. I would have felt more of a connection to them and possibly could have forgiven William.