Never Forget You, by Fiona Lucas, is probably one of those books that polarizes readers. It was definitely, 100%, not for me, an opinion for which I am deeply regretful. Why, you ask? Well, I wanted to love it. I was absolutely drawn in by Part I, where we’re introduced to Lili and Ben.
I don’t know what the Hell happened after Part I but this story went careening downhill, broke through some barriers, hit a huge boulder, went airborne, crash-landed, rolled 33.5 times, and came to rest on its side, snug against a tea shop in west London. It’s still there now, smoking slightly and occasionally emitting a creaking sigh, like a train that has just pulled into the depot.
It is my humble – and I know I will be demolished for this – opinion, that Never Forget You is not a romance. I personally believe that it qualifies for that amorphous term, “women’s fiction.” It’s not certainly not romantic.
In fact, it is filled with trauma. So Much Trauma. The ‘happily ever after’ is not like any I’ve read before (that is not a compliment). Except, perhaps for portions of Part I, this book is not very happy and neither was I, when I read it.
When I turned the last page, I did not sigh with the joy of a widowed woman whose previously cracked heart has been healed by the caulk of romantic tears. I did, however, utter some foul curse words that shall not be repeated here lest I find myself banned from GR for vulgarity.
I don’t understand why the author took this story where she took it. It just feels like trauma for the sake of trauma. I don’t read romance to be traumatized. Bad things happen. Stories should absolutely include bad things when those bad things help with the story. In this case, I just feel like the author started to write a romance, wrote a horror story, smashed the two together and swiped her hands together with a satisfied “there.”
But there’s no ‘there’ there, IYKWIM.
Fiona Lucas’ writing is excellent. I hope I like her next book better.