Jessi grew up among the Cohen family and is equally devastated when they receive horrible news.
The story follows her before tragedy hits and one year later, in the Now, as she tries to make amends.
The found family trope is strong in this one. And it was beautifully incorporated.
The Cohens were an interesting bunch, but Mel, the mother, was the sunshine of the story. Every scene with her felt genuine, safe, and made me look forward to spend more time with her.
And I thought the depression of Jessi‘s mother was described well. I felt for her and especially for Jessi, who’s looking for unconditional love by default.
Jessi as the MC was busy. She had a full agenda and all her activities and jobs were a diverse lot, so it was enjoyable to see Jessi going by her day.
She was generally a sweet person (with a few melodramatic moments), although she would never think so about herself. Jessi‘s self-hate and guilt was sometimes hard to stomach, probably because characters who I can identify with will always annoy me somehow. But go off bestie.
Other included tropes: dating the best friend‘s brother, fake dating and a 2nd chance romance.
The romance was cute, but I had to warm up to the love interest. He was a douche occasionally.
Now, what lacked for me was that at any given moment it was clear to me, what the author wanted me to feel. It felt as if Everett guided me from one scene to the next, all the while following universally known ground rules along the way, which made it seem like a textbook story, so pretty generic. Like they did the showing not telling, but I never believed the show, you know?
All of that isn’t a bad thing, just not enough to get me emotionally invested.
Most basic example: Mel is diagnosed with a terminal illness right at the beginning. Without ever mentioning what exactly it is.
I don’t need an exact diagnosis to know that it’s a horrible situation, but it’s details like this which ultimately make or break my investment.
It was a good read, just nothing to make me feel a special type of way.
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Is sex while in mourning a thing? To each their own, but when I’m grieving I’m not jumping on any d*. :/