When I read the synopsis for this one I was intrigued, and I did something I rarely do – I purchased a physical copy of a book by an unknown-to-me author. Yeah, bad move on my part.
I’m all for a good tearjerker now and then but in order to make your readers cry, you have to make them care. You have to give them characters worth crying over. And these were not those characters. Main character Shannon was, well… awful. I suppose having a terminal illness was supposed to automatically make her sympathetic but being ill does not make you a decent person. Shitty people get sick, too, and Shannon was a shitty person. She was married to a man who loved and adored her, who she called her soulmate, and yet she still pined for her equally shitty ex-boyfriend, Max. She thought about him all the time and kept in touch with him. She lied by omission to her husband about who the guy was and then took off with him, only telling her husband once she was on the plane and about to leave the country. Who does that? Shannon was selfish, a liar, and an emotional cheater. She spent a lot of time reminiscing about the past when she and Max had a craptastic relationship, which is apparently what she got off on. Max seemed to think he was some irresistible player and Shannon obviously agreed. So they both adored him. I couldn’t figure that out, either, since he acted like an ass, but again, this seemed to be the kind of relationship she preferred.
So Max showed up now that Shannon was hella sick, becomes the good time guy, wanting to give her what she wants, unlike her poor husband who works like crazy to be able to pay for the hospital, doctors, home care, treatments, etc. Max is the good guy swooping in to give poor, Shannon what she wants, while John is just the poor sap that loves her and is there day in and day out caring for her.
The ending was schmaltzy and unrealistic and, frankly, undeserved. This was my first read of 2021 so at least it can only go up from here.