A legacy from a beloved grandfather, photographs of a shocking massacre hidden in the chaos and bloodshed of war, and Dr. Steven Russell is forced out of his self-indulgent life and into a race to save a stranger. Alexi Temchanko is a Ukrainian journalist investigating the old crime. Alexi and Steven have never met, but they are the grandsons of Charlie and Gregori, the American and Russian who smuggled photographs of the massacre out of the war zone in the closing days of WWII. Their grandfather’s ghosts cannot rest until justice is found for the victims of Katyn Forest. Steven and Alexi set out to save Charlie and Gregori, and Steven finds himself falling for Alexi’s barbed tongue and diamond-sharp mind. But how will he explain that he’s fallen in love with Gregori’s ghost?
This was a stunning, sorrowful but uplifting tale of love.
I wasn't sure what I was going to get when I started this story and had it for a while before I decided to read it. I shouldn't have waited so long.
This is the story of Steven, his grandfather's ghost Charlie, Alexi and the ghost of Alexi's grandfather Gregori. The relationships in this story are complex. All four men are connected to each other in ways that trascend the boundaries of death and distance.
The setting of the Ukraine was interesting and the subject matter was heartbreaking. The fact that the love story was intertwined with the horrors of WWII was so unusual. The beauty of love made the horrors of war stand out while the reality of war intensified that feeling of love.
There was so much packed into this short story that its impact far exceeded its word count. The story never seemed cluttered and Steven was such a sympathetic character, for me, even when he was cold. There was an emptiness to the way he was living and he only needed to find his purpose and a reason to really live.
The ghosts of the grandfathers played a large part in the story and I cared about them as much as I cared about the living characters.
I really feel like Sarah Black was thinking outside of the box when she wrote this story. It's one of the more gorgeous stories I've read. There aren't really any fancy metaphors or any flowery writing. Sarah Black's writing never feels like it's trying to make a great impact but it always does. That is especially true where this story is concerned.
Liked my second taste of Black, happy that she writes about imperfect people.
She is able to create a feeling of intimacy, closeness, of people touching each other and being able to see and love without being perfect.
"And they would probably muddle along, irritate each other, be bad-tempered and asinine, but they would never have to worry about being themselves."
Her characterisation of Gregori, Charlie, Steven, Alexi, Rami was great and I especially like the vision of small, stubborn Antonia setting out against the world with her protective hound. The story with it's ghostly aspects is a hauntingly touching story which would have definitely deserved a more drawn out version.
Very good m/m romance about a neurologist whose dying grandfather charges him with looking after the son of a man befriended by his grandfather during WWII. I'm definitely going to be reading more Sarah Black.
Three and a half stars. Didn't care much for the modern ending. In all honesty, I should have mentioned from the start, the historical/paranormal part of the book was pretty impressive.
I got this for free on the website, and had pretty low expectations considering the others I've read that were free.
I was pleasantly surprised. Instead of rushing through the story (OMG we need SEX and some sort of PLOT and ANGST), the characters were pretty well developed in a nice slow pace without too much being thrown at the reader. The romance bits are a bit far fetched sometimes, but nothing more than most romance readers are used to :)
There is some ghost sex, but it's redeemed by Alexi's snarky presence later in the story.
If you don't like stories where love makes people change (like..alot) then this might not be for you, but it's not ridiculous about it (since we sort of see a progression of change).