Between the Ocean and the Stars is one of those books I can’t stop thinking about after finishing it. I’m finding more and more to unpack.
This wasn’t exactly a satisfying read, glad as I am to have read it. But that’s the point. It captures a certain angle of real life—of core memories, of exhilarating experiences, of disappointment, of taking chances, of keeping secrets, of letting go—that you can’t help but feel. Because that’s how life goes. We’re not in love with every part of it, but it’s worth going through it anyway.
The characters are such believable personalities—not outstanding, not totally good or totally bad. They have conflicting motivations. They don’t feel good about all their choices. I was proud of them at times, disappointed at others. And that made me want to understand them, not just read about them.
The plot perfectly corresponds with Sam’s perception of his life: at first slow (but not too slow to enjoy reading), then cranked into high gear, and then you pace alongside Sam as he’s faced with difficult choices that require bold and unhesitant action. The mystery element of this story had me reading the entire second half of the book in one sitting, through the night.
If you’re wanting a cute little romance with a predictable ending and all the warm and fuzzy feels, keep looking. If you’re up for a love story that has to fare through broken homes, police investigations, and hurricanes, you’ve come to the right place.