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Spires Universe #2
Waiting for the Flood
People come as well as go.
Twelve years ago, Edwin Tully came to Oxford and fell in love with a boy named Marius. He was brilliant. An artist. It was going to be forever.
Two years ago, it ended.
Now Edwin lives alone in the house they used to share. He tends to damaged books and faded memories, trying to a build a future from the fragments of the past.
Then the weather turns, and the river spills into Edwin’s quiet world, bringing with it Adam Dacre from the Environment Agency. An unlikely knight, this stranger with roughened hands and worn wellingtons, but he offers Edwin the hope of something he thought he would never have again.
As the two men grow closer in their struggle against the rising waters, Edwin learns he can’t protect himself from everything—and sometimes he doesn't need to try.
Twelve years ago, Edwin Tully came to Oxford and fell in love with a boy named Marius. He was brilliant. An artist. It was going to be forever.
Two years ago, it ended.
Now Edwin lives alone in the house they used to share. He tends to damaged books and faded memories, trying to a build a future from the fragments of the past.
Then the weather turns, and the river spills into Edwin’s quiet world, bringing with it Adam Dacre from the Environment Agency. An unlikely knight, this stranger with roughened hands and worn wellingtons, but he offers Edwin the hope of something he thought he would never have again.
As the two men grow closer in their struggle against the rising waters, Edwin learns he can’t protect himself from everything—and sometimes he doesn't need to try.
384 pages, Paperback
First published February 21, 2015
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December 17, 2015
oh.
that was my thought when i finished—"oh."
because formulaic genre convention teaches you, as a reader of romance, to expect certain things, and to take them for granted, because that's how it's always been done in the past, to achieve the end we all, ostensibly, crave.
so when you read a thing that gets you to that end by some means you didn't expect, you go:
"oh. oh!"
and so i did.
an imperfect, terribly true, and gorgeously subversive novella of surpassing ambience.
that's what this is.
and as someone who has read it many times in my capacity as beta reader, i can tell you that the finished product—the one not released to advanced reviewers (an uncorrected proof)—is its truest form.
the version you buy, in other words, is better than the version the earliest reviewers saw.
and i would know. because i saw all the versions.
four stars, loved it, and recommend with no reservations, to anyone who loves a quiet, beautiful, and lovely story of a new beginning, from the ashes of an old ending.
that was my thought when i finished—"oh."
because formulaic genre convention teaches you, as a reader of romance, to expect certain things, and to take them for granted, because that's how it's always been done in the past, to achieve the end we all, ostensibly, crave.
so when you read a thing that gets you to that end by some means you didn't expect, you go:
"oh. oh!"
and so i did.
an imperfect, terribly true, and gorgeously subversive novella of surpassing ambience.
that's what this is.
and as someone who has read it many times in my capacity as beta reader, i can tell you that the finished product—the one not released to advanced reviewers (an uncorrected proof)—is its truest form.
the version you buy, in other words, is better than the version the earliest reviewers saw.
and i would know. because i saw all the versions.
four stars, loved it, and recommend with no reservations, to anyone who loves a quiet, beautiful, and lovely story of a new beginning, from the ashes of an old ending.
February 27, 2015
2.5 stars. Review posted February 27, 2015
Me before reading Waiting for the Flood
I couldn't even make it past the sample of Glitterland. Yet every author deserves a second chance. That's why I'll be giving this one a try.
Me after reading Waiting for the Flood
My motto: Waiting for the story to be over. It just happens that a story won't read itself, so I had to bite the bullet and read it myself. Although if it had been a full-length novel I would have DNFd the book.
I tried. I really did and managed to finish the novella, yet it was futile. Unfortunately, Alexis Hall and Baba will have to part ways because Hall's writing style isn't compatible with Baba's reading flavor.
It’s not the accent (no Essex accent in this one anyway)
It’s not the asshole-ish character (it’s not Glitterland)
As it was, I couldn’t even focus on the characters (what characters?) because of…
Tad writing. Here's a bunch of examples:
"She appreciates ornamental young men in their natural habitat." And I remember, un-faded by time, a streak of viridian on his inner wrist. A curl of purple madder at his throat.
And I sat there, electric-bright and honey-sweet, staring at my hands, undone in all the ways by a single word.
I think I also like secret. The way it hinges on its central c, like a box opening.
Fascicule, from fasces (a bundle of authoritative rods), then fasciculus, meaning part of a work published in instalments. The technique was invented here, back in the seventies,…blah blah blah
I just didn't care about all those historical references.
And my words would stick to my tongue, fighting their way to freedom clumsily, if at all.
There was silence now. Worse, somehow, than the noise. A dragon, open-mouthed, waiting for me to speak, only to devour me.
I swallowed. Twisted my fingers together. Looked nowhere.
Mustered…anything. Courage. Defiance. Desperation.
Spoke.
Even in remembering, slipping between the consonants, my tongue tastes the softness of the vowels.
The sort of laughter I like best, laughter that isn't really at anyone. Laughter that's just there, for its own sake, like the touch of a friend, or a lover.
Mrs. P. withered him, but I knew what he was getting at. I grabbed a word and shoved it at him. "Tragedy."
Tonight there was something different. Something both deeper and shallower than friendship. Familiarity, perhaps, the sudden realisation that we lived our sealed-up little lives in closeness to each other.
When I did my MA in London, I'd been allowed to see the original manuscript of the York Mystery Plays in the British Library. Medium: ink on vellum. I have never forgotten that bold script, defying time with its aggressive downstrokes, its occasionally sensuous curves. I'd wanted to touch it, run my fingers over the shape of the words, the way one learns the sweep of a lover's spine. The way I had once read Marius. I remembered now, with peculiar vividness, the lines, "he schall, and he have liff / Proue till a praty swayne." So dashing, the swish of the s, the loop of the y, the unflinching certainty of letters.
I wonder, sometimes, if it's a strange occupation, this semi-obsessive preservation of the transitory. But, whereas for some people history is a few loud voices, declaiming art and making war across centuries, for me it's a whispering chorus of laundry day and grocer's bills, dress patterns and crop rotations, the price of tallow.
"And each other." He smiled at me, letting the words hang there in the rain between us, and then went on.
I knew it was nothing more than the vaguest sense of connection, the kite-string tug of an intriguing stranger. But I simply wasn't ready to feel these things again. To gather up the dust of my heart and scatter it again on the winds of hope.
How cheesy.
Sometimes other fantasies, more urgent, less domestic ones, of being pressed against the pantry door or hoisted onto the washing machine to be taken in a rush of heat and need, as sweet as the scent of the herbs--coriander, thyme, and parsley--blooming on the windowsill.
Sorry but I don't equal hot and passionate sex with the smell of coriander, thyme and parsley.
It was waiting with a purpose, with an outcome, and it felt different. It was a waiting that danced with me, and on my skin.
"Adam?" I liked his name in my mouth, the d so safely buttressed by its vowels.
It was so soft, this fire I could hold in my hands, and I'd been wanting to touch him this way from almost the first moment I'd seen him. This beautiful man, all warmth and smiles and petal, waiting in the rain.
Speaking of dreaded endearments… petal might have jumped at the top of my personal list of horrifying endearments.
"I'm sorry, petal."
#sorryamnotsorryatall
Of course I did focus on the characters after awhile and what I saw wasn't to my liking. One character has an obsession with sandbags and the other male lead overindulges obsessively in his former boyfriend who left him. Marius here, Marius there, Marius everywhere. Dude, get over it already and move on! Though quite suddenly he's oh-so ready for Adam. Uh-huh.
I liked the premise of a stutterer and stories about disabilities usually appeal very much to me. Though the build-up was lacking and I couldn't understand why Adam would feel attracted to such a whiny wuss like Edwin. If anyone wants to live in the (sad) past then so be it but don't drag me down with you. He was so hung up over Marius I just lost interest and couldn't take him seriously anymore. No connection with the lead characters usually equals a bad reading experience for me which was even more accentuated by Hall's unappealing attempt at being poetic. That was the problem: the writing made me cringe so many times and deflected from the characters. As it was, it bored the ever lovin' daylights out of me.
I’m aware it’s not nice to talk about another author in a review but I can’t help it. I recently read Black Iris and since I devoured Unteachable, I inhale Leah’s writing like I would a delicious dessert. She’s one of those authors who doesn’t need to try to write flowery or lyrical prose because she can and she does it masterfully.
In any event, don't let my opinion put you off. I just happen to be the strange reader who doesn't connect with Hall's style. Fact is, a huge majority of readers soak up his writing and that's perfectly fine.
My update was wrong when I said I'm going to read four books written by favorite authors in March. There are at least five books. I'm already doing a little happy dance here and it seems to me that I'm definitely movin' on to better things. I'm not quite there yet but…soon.
P.S.
Me before reading Waiting for the Flood
I couldn't even make it past the sample of Glitterland. Yet every author deserves a second chance. That's why I'll be giving this one a try.
Me after reading Waiting for the Flood
My motto: Waiting for the story to be over. It just happens that a story won't read itself, so I had to bite the bullet and read it myself. Although if it had been a full-length novel I would have DNFd the book.
I tried. I really did and managed to finish the novella, yet it was futile. Unfortunately, Alexis Hall and Baba will have to part ways because Hall's writing style isn't compatible with Baba's reading flavor.
It’s not the accent (no Essex accent in this one anyway)
It’s not the asshole-ish character (it’s not Glitterland)
As it was, I couldn’t even focus on the characters (what characters?) because of…
Tad writing. Here's a bunch of examples:
"She appreciates ornamental young men in their natural habitat." And I remember, un-faded by time, a streak of viridian on his inner wrist. A curl of purple madder at his throat.
And I sat there, electric-bright and honey-sweet, staring at my hands, undone in all the ways by a single word.
I think I also like secret. The way it hinges on its central c, like a box opening.
Fascicule, from fasces (a bundle of authoritative rods), then fasciculus, meaning part of a work published in instalments. The technique was invented here, back in the seventies,…blah blah blah
I just didn't care about all those historical references.
And my words would stick to my tongue, fighting their way to freedom clumsily, if at all.
There was silence now. Worse, somehow, than the noise. A dragon, open-mouthed, waiting for me to speak, only to devour me.
I swallowed. Twisted my fingers together. Looked nowhere.
Mustered…anything. Courage. Defiance. Desperation.
Spoke.
Even in remembering, slipping between the consonants, my tongue tastes the softness of the vowels.
The sort of laughter I like best, laughter that isn't really at anyone. Laughter that's just there, for its own sake, like the touch of a friend, or a lover.
Mrs. P. withered him, but I knew what he was getting at. I grabbed a word and shoved it at him. "Tragedy."
Tonight there was something different. Something both deeper and shallower than friendship. Familiarity, perhaps, the sudden realisation that we lived our sealed-up little lives in closeness to each other.
When I did my MA in London, I'd been allowed to see the original manuscript of the York Mystery Plays in the British Library. Medium: ink on vellum. I have never forgotten that bold script, defying time with its aggressive downstrokes, its occasionally sensuous curves. I'd wanted to touch it, run my fingers over the shape of the words, the way one learns the sweep of a lover's spine. The way I had once read Marius. I remembered now, with peculiar vividness, the lines, "he schall, and he have liff / Proue till a praty swayne." So dashing, the swish of the s, the loop of the y, the unflinching certainty of letters.
I wonder, sometimes, if it's a strange occupation, this semi-obsessive preservation of the transitory. But, whereas for some people history is a few loud voices, declaiming art and making war across centuries, for me it's a whispering chorus of laundry day and grocer's bills, dress patterns and crop rotations, the price of tallow.
"And each other." He smiled at me, letting the words hang there in the rain between us, and then went on.
I knew it was nothing more than the vaguest sense of connection, the kite-string tug of an intriguing stranger. But I simply wasn't ready to feel these things again. To gather up the dust of my heart and scatter it again on the winds of hope.
How cheesy.
Sometimes other fantasies, more urgent, less domestic ones, of being pressed against the pantry door or hoisted onto the washing machine to be taken in a rush of heat and need, as sweet as the scent of the herbs--coriander, thyme, and parsley--blooming on the windowsill.
Sorry but I don't equal hot and passionate sex with the smell of coriander, thyme and parsley.
It was waiting with a purpose, with an outcome, and it felt different. It was a waiting that danced with me, and on my skin.
"Adam?" I liked his name in my mouth, the d so safely buttressed by its vowels.
It was so soft, this fire I could hold in my hands, and I'd been wanting to touch him this way from almost the first moment I'd seen him. This beautiful man, all warmth and smiles and petal, waiting in the rain.
Speaking of dreaded endearments… petal might have jumped at the top of my personal list of horrifying endearments.
"I'm sorry, petal."
#sorryamnotsorryatall
Of course I did focus on the characters after awhile and what I saw wasn't to my liking. One character has an obsession with sandbags and the other male lead overindulges obsessively in his former boyfriend who left him. Marius here, Marius there, Marius everywhere. Dude, get over it already and move on! Though quite suddenly he's oh-so ready for Adam. Uh-huh.
I liked the premise of a stutterer and stories about disabilities usually appeal very much to me. Though the build-up was lacking and I couldn't understand why Adam would feel attracted to such a whiny wuss like Edwin. If anyone wants to live in the (sad) past then so be it but don't drag me down with you. He was so hung up over Marius I just lost interest and couldn't take him seriously anymore. No connection with the lead characters usually equals a bad reading experience for me which was even more accentuated by Hall's unappealing attempt at being poetic. That was the problem: the writing made me cringe so many times and deflected from the characters. As it was, it bored the ever lovin' daylights out of me.
I’m aware it’s not nice to talk about another author in a review but I can’t help it. I recently read Black Iris and since I devoured Unteachable, I inhale Leah’s writing like I would a delicious dessert. She’s one of those authors who doesn’t need to try to write flowery or lyrical prose because she can and she does it masterfully.
In any event, don't let my opinion put you off. I just happen to be the strange reader who doesn't connect with Hall's style. Fact is, a huge majority of readers soak up his writing and that's perfectly fine.
My update was wrong when I said I'm going to read four books written by favorite authors in March. There are at least five books. I'm already doing a little happy dance here and it seems to me that I'm definitely movin' on to better things. I'm not quite there yet but…soon.
P.S.
February 22, 2015
I really struggled with this one, and I think I have to face up to a hard truth that I've been denying for some time:
Maybe Alexis Hall isn't the writer for me.
It really pains me to admit that likely reality because I loved Glitterland, but the three books of his that I read after Glitterland have all been misses for me. This one is no exception.
I liked the idea of this book: A lonely, geeky stutterer finding love and a connection again after his last long-term relationship failed. I have a weakness for stutterers (my brother is one, and it runs in my family), so you would think this book would be a huge hit, right? Unfortunately not.
Though it might sound harsh, I found this book to be really pretentious. I got the fact that that the author chose to use a lot of obscure words to emphasize the main character's voice, however it made for a choppy and difficult reading experience. In addition, the purplish writing combined with the historical references were difficult for me to slog through.
I wonder, sometimes, if it's a strange occupation, this semi-obsessive preservation of the transitory. But, whereas for some people history is a few loud voices, declaiming art and making war across centuries, for me it's a whispering chorus of laundry day and grocer's bills, dress patterns and crop rotations, the price of tallow.
Aside from the writing style, I didn't love the MC, Edwin. He obsessively thought about his ex, and seemed emotionally unavailable to me. I'm not sure what his appeal was to Adam. They had an insta-lovey chemistry, and I just wasn't buying it.
Though this book did have some bright spots where I was able to look past my difficulties with the story, overall it was a trying reading experience. I didn't quite enjoy it, which was a huge disappointment for me. I think I'll be much more cautious before trying another Alexis Hall book in the future.
**Copy provided by the publisher in exchange for an honest review**
Maybe Alexis Hall isn't the writer for me.
It really pains me to admit that likely reality because I loved Glitterland, but the three books of his that I read after Glitterland have all been misses for me. This one is no exception.
I liked the idea of this book: A lonely, geeky stutterer finding love and a connection again after his last long-term relationship failed. I have a weakness for stutterers (my brother is one, and it runs in my family), so you would think this book would be a huge hit, right? Unfortunately not.
Though it might sound harsh, I found this book to be really pretentious. I got the fact that that the author chose to use a lot of obscure words to emphasize the main character's voice, however it made for a choppy and difficult reading experience. In addition, the purplish writing combined with the historical references were difficult for me to slog through.
I wonder, sometimes, if it's a strange occupation, this semi-obsessive preservation of the transitory. But, whereas for some people history is a few loud voices, declaiming art and making war across centuries, for me it's a whispering chorus of laundry day and grocer's bills, dress patterns and crop rotations, the price of tallow.
Aside from the writing style, I didn't love the MC, Edwin. He obsessively thought about his ex, and seemed emotionally unavailable to me. I'm not sure what his appeal was to Adam. They had an insta-lovey chemistry, and I just wasn't buying it.
Though this book did have some bright spots where I was able to look past my difficulties with the story, overall it was a trying reading experience. I didn't quite enjoy it, which was a huge disappointment for me. I think I'll be much more cautious before trying another Alexis Hall book in the future.
**Copy provided by the publisher in exchange for an honest review**
April 12, 2023
Despite being written in a dreamlike prose with a melancholic tone, this is a deeply uplifting story about second chances. And while it might be played out, I will always love a weather-based metaphor. And and and… not to be hyperbolic, but this is one of the most beautiful books I’ve ever read. I kind of want to scream it from the rooftops, but I’ll settle for writing this review. Here’s some parts I liked:
“This is the story of my life: standing on the edges of things and worrying, when I’m supposed to just walk through them.”
“He laughed, and suddenly summer did not seem so very remote.”
“This is the story of my life: standing on the edges of things and worrying, when I’m supposed to just walk through them.”
“He laughed, and suddenly summer did not seem so very remote.”
February 2, 2026
"This is the story of my life: standing on the edges of things and worrying, when I'm supposed to just walk through them."What happens when the love of your life...just ends the relationship? Do you move on? Or do you sink into yourself and hope for something better?
Two years ago, Edwin Tully's relationship with Marius ended. And yes, he probably should've moved on and yet...he's still in 'their' house. He's moved on in some ways, but in others, he is as stuck as ever.
"You don't really fall in love with a house. You fall in love with the life you could have in it."
But then the flood comes - waters rising ever higher - and along with the flood comes a super hot Environmental Agent - Adam Dacre.
And despite himself, Edwin finds himself interested in Adam - the first interest he's felt in a long, long time. But will it be enough? Or would Edwin find himself waiting once again?
"In daylight and up close, he was merciless, all smiles and freckles, the brightest, boldest flame a moth could wish for."
This one wasn't too bad but I definitely wanted more 'plot' to happen in it.
As the title implies, there's a lot of waiting for the flood and while the characters were lugging sandbags this way and that, it still didn't do that much for me.
The pacing felt a bit slow - the flood was a creeping worry rather than an imminent one - and that didn't really up the tension for the story for me.
I will say, Edwin and Adam fit well together as a couple but there isn't much conflict or struggle in their relationship.
As a reader, you could tell from the start that the two of them would have a nice, healthy relationship - and it just took a couple of hundred pages for the characters to catch on.
That being said, I still enjoyed this book. It was probably closer to 3.5 stars - there was definitely lots of elements that worked, but the pacing and plot ultimately pulled it down for me.
February 3, 2024
I would like to thank Edelweiss and Sourcebooks Casablanca for the opportunity to read and review this ARC, which comprises both Waiting for the Flood and Chasing the Light.
Waiting for the Flood: 5⭐
truthfully, i've just been sitting here speechless, in a state of not so much thinking, as say being empty for a minute and then recalling in brilliant flight some supremely gorgeous aching thing i'd just read before it flitters off into oblivion again. i'm pretty much feeling a million feelings and i'm sort of numb with it. but in a good way.
i'm just so impressed with Hall's extraordinary quality here, the jewelled turns of phrase, the pulse point truths about beating hearts, the mega emotions compelled to the fore because of the most evocative storytelling. edwin tully came alive, and i moved when he moved, and i felt everything like his was my own quiet, seeking life, and like adam was my sun.
i could read this a thousand times i think, and it yield the same inspired awe in me for a petal precious somebody like edwin tully, and his sincere and sweet adam dacre. adam who kisses tully wildly, their smitten eyes and hearts full of each other as the "silent, silver world" of wet flooded oxford sloshes around them. The whole world is a <sigh> rn.
this was so achingly beautiful and i can't wait to read this again and again! Alexis Hall is a writer who simply does IT for me, and i shouldn't be shocked that i'm all heart eyes and yearning for a thousand pages of THIS! his talent is stunning and never fails to wreck me in my feelings, cause full body shivers and unbridled daydreaming...and now, whole book highlights. And ofc yes...the word ravish absolutely does feel-read-sound even more scrumptious and electrifying now!
Waiting for the Flood was beyond perfect for me, and i will cherish this Spires story till the end of time.
Chasing the Light: 3⭐
Ahhh my feelings about Chasing the Light will probably not vibe with a lot of people, but I think that’s a testament to our diversity, and the myriad ways we all view life, and living, through a very specific-to-the-individual lens. Which is to say marius, as a character, i just wasn’t feeling. and while his story was one I’m happy to have in my brain, his isn’t one that moved me. and it may seem mildly unfair that it was mostly because of the overwhelming ardour I had felt for edwin tully, but truthfully it had just as much to do with the shit way he treated everyone around him.
Ergo, this is a rating based on a character review. The story-craft of Chasing the Light remains excellent in all aspects, and my thoughts are simply my emo reaction to AH’s top tier characterization!
Ok so yeah, this particular energy has become a high contender for the spot of THE bane of my reading experience, i.e., my having to grapple with my zen state as I process how fictional MCs can weaponize caustic barbs and feral, self-centred stupidity, ascribe acts of love to an irritant, while ungratefully snarling in the faces of the people who mean it. oh, and tantrums after the age of 18. like fuck, calm down. seriously.
just say thank you and peace out. you don’t even have to mean it. you’re british. you pretty much corner the market on detached benevolence. i myself could only aspire to such levels of feelings-as-a-separate-entity while embodying vanguard politeness. because then this story wouldn’t have fked up my peace with the amount of times I thought: is this bitch for real? Which is inane because he is in fact NOT real…but I was still mad about it anyway.
I know that this story is a take on all kinds of privilege, and what it means to strip yourself of it after a real thrashing from the powers that be, navigating with new hands and in parried down form, the uncontrollable measure of things. And to a certain degree I absolutely GET why fear and morbidity and hopelessness can make a person react in less than considerate ways to the people actively supporting them. But my guy, it’s been like 4 years or something. Be better.
that's it. that's my review. be better.
right so like i'd mentioned a million times before, i think Alexis Hall is a magnificent talent and i'm a huge fan of his gorgeous narrative style! and so even though i'm not pro-marius, i'm pro-leo, and i'm glad marius has found a simple life on the river with a man who helps him see things differently.
so yeah, overall i thought Chasing the Light was yet another awesome installment in the Spires series that i am happy to have read. a massive plus went to edwin's spot in this story, and honestly, i really loved marius and tully in this. there was real love there, in the exorcising of the things that edwin was still hung up about, so i really appreciated marius' depth of feeling here, sorting things out.
anyway, i absolutely can't wait to see how all the rest of this series turns out, because i'm sort of LOVING how markedly different a vibe each one of these books are turning out to be!
to semi-quote the illustrious, ✨Darian Taylor✨: [This series], babes,...is love.
Waiting for the Flood: 5⭐
truthfully, i've just been sitting here speechless, in a state of not so much thinking, as say being empty for a minute and then recalling in brilliant flight some supremely gorgeous aching thing i'd just read before it flitters off into oblivion again. i'm pretty much feeling a million feelings and i'm sort of numb with it. but in a good way.
i'm just so impressed with Hall's extraordinary quality here, the jewelled turns of phrase, the pulse point truths about beating hearts, the mega emotions compelled to the fore because of the most evocative storytelling. edwin tully came alive, and i moved when he moved, and i felt everything like his was my own quiet, seeking life, and like adam was my sun.
i could read this a thousand times i think, and it yield the same inspired awe in me for a petal precious somebody like edwin tully, and his sincere and sweet adam dacre. adam who kisses tully wildly, their smitten eyes and hearts full of each other as the "silent, silver world" of wet flooded oxford sloshes around them. The whole world is a <sigh> rn.
this was so achingly beautiful and i can't wait to read this again and again! Alexis Hall is a writer who simply does IT for me, and i shouldn't be shocked that i'm all heart eyes and yearning for a thousand pages of THIS! his talent is stunning and never fails to wreck me in my feelings, cause full body shivers and unbridled daydreaming...and now, whole book highlights. And ofc yes...the word ravish absolutely does feel-read-sound even more scrumptious and electrifying now!
Waiting for the Flood was beyond perfect for me, and i will cherish this Spires story till the end of time.
Chasing the Light: 3⭐
Ahhh my feelings about Chasing the Light will probably not vibe with a lot of people, but I think that’s a testament to our diversity, and the myriad ways we all view life, and living, through a very specific-to-the-individual lens. Which is to say marius, as a character, i just wasn’t feeling. and while his story was one I’m happy to have in my brain, his isn’t one that moved me. and it may seem mildly unfair that it was mostly because of the overwhelming ardour I had felt for edwin tully, but truthfully it had just as much to do with the shit way he treated everyone around him.
Ergo, this is a rating based on a character review. The story-craft of Chasing the Light remains excellent in all aspects, and my thoughts are simply my emo reaction to AH’s top tier characterization!
Ok so yeah, this particular energy has become a high contender for the spot of THE bane of my reading experience, i.e., my having to grapple with my zen state as I process how fictional MCs can weaponize caustic barbs and feral, self-centred stupidity, ascribe acts of love to an irritant, while ungratefully snarling in the faces of the people who mean it. oh, and tantrums after the age of 18. like fuck, calm down. seriously.
just say thank you and peace out. you don’t even have to mean it. you’re british. you pretty much corner the market on detached benevolence. i myself could only aspire to such levels of feelings-as-a-separate-entity while embodying vanguard politeness. because then this story wouldn’t have fked up my peace with the amount of times I thought: is this bitch for real? Which is inane because he is in fact NOT real…but I was still mad about it anyway.
I know that this story is a take on all kinds of privilege, and what it means to strip yourself of it after a real thrashing from the powers that be, navigating with new hands and in parried down form, the uncontrollable measure of things. And to a certain degree I absolutely GET why fear and morbidity and hopelessness can make a person react in less than considerate ways to the people actively supporting them. But my guy, it’s been like 4 years or something. Be better.
that's it. that's my review. be better.
right so like i'd mentioned a million times before, i think Alexis Hall is a magnificent talent and i'm a huge fan of his gorgeous narrative style! and so even though i'm not pro-marius, i'm pro-leo, and i'm glad marius has found a simple life on the river with a man who helps him see things differently.
so yeah, overall i thought Chasing the Light was yet another awesome installment in the Spires series that i am happy to have read. a massive plus went to edwin's spot in this story, and honestly, i really loved marius and tully in this. there was real love there, in the exorcising of the things that edwin was still hung up about, so i really appreciated marius' depth of feeling here, sorting things out.
anyway, i absolutely can't wait to see how all the rest of this series turns out, because i'm sort of LOVING how markedly different a vibe each one of these books are turning out to be!
to semi-quote the illustrious, ✨Darian Taylor✨: [This series], babes,...is love.
June 1, 2015
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“Life is so full of rough edges – small tasks and expectations that scratch you bloody and remind you that you’re naked and alone.”
I held off on reading anything by Alexis Hall for a loooooong time. No offense to all of you superfans, but sometimes you get really rabid over REALLY shitty authors. When I saw Waiting for the Flood available on NetGalley I figured, what the hell . . . and guess what????
Poor me a big ol’ tumbler of that, Mr. Kool-Aid Man, ‘cause I’m ready to drink it up.
When Edwin bought his house with Marius, he thought it would be the place where he lived out his happily-ever-after. When Marius left two years ago, that dream shattered leaving Edwin in a shell of a home, haunted by memories of a past he can’t let go of. As a flood encroaches on the neighborhood, a stranger arrives to help prevent as much damage as possible – and possibly repair some of the damage that was done in the past.
Waiting for the Flood was just kind of perfect for me. I don’t know if it was right place/right time with the 72 straight days of rain or what, but whatever the reason I loved it and read it from start to finish without taking any kind of break.
To begin with, the story contained the right kind of angst. No teenagers boo-hooing about how horrible their perfect lives are – this was believable, palpable pain. Secondly, while I’m sure there will be complaints about Hall’s writing style being pretentious (and maybe I’ll find it to be that way in other stories too), I thought for this one it worked amazingly well. A main character who makes his livelihood from words, but who stumbles through them in real life might very well think of the “unflinching certainty of letters” that he cannot pronounce clearly. The flowery prose and pining away for lost love is something that can drive me absolutely batty, but this time around???? It made me question whether or not I’m really a cyborg . . .
Lastly, I’m fairly certain (but not positive) Hall writes about the sexytimes in some of his stories. This one did not include any tearing off of each other’s underdrawers culminating in a mad, passionate, throwdown. Instead, it ended with me wishing I had a little Weasley all of my own : )
ARC provided by NetGalley in exchange for an honest review. Thank you, NetGalley!
“Life is so full of rough edges – small tasks and expectations that scratch you bloody and remind you that you’re naked and alone.”
I held off on reading anything by Alexis Hall for a loooooong time. No offense to all of you superfans, but sometimes you get really rabid over REALLY shitty authors. When I saw Waiting for the Flood available on NetGalley I figured, what the hell . . . and guess what????
Poor me a big ol’ tumbler of that, Mr. Kool-Aid Man, ‘cause I’m ready to drink it up.
When Edwin bought his house with Marius, he thought it would be the place where he lived out his happily-ever-after. When Marius left two years ago, that dream shattered leaving Edwin in a shell of a home, haunted by memories of a past he can’t let go of. As a flood encroaches on the neighborhood, a stranger arrives to help prevent as much damage as possible – and possibly repair some of the damage that was done in the past.
Waiting for the Flood was just kind of perfect for me. I don’t know if it was right place/right time with the 72 straight days of rain or what, but whatever the reason I loved it and read it from start to finish without taking any kind of break.
To begin with, the story contained the right kind of angst. No teenagers boo-hooing about how horrible their perfect lives are – this was believable, palpable pain. Secondly, while I’m sure there will be complaints about Hall’s writing style being pretentious (and maybe I’ll find it to be that way in other stories too), I thought for this one it worked amazingly well. A main character who makes his livelihood from words, but who stumbles through them in real life might very well think of the “unflinching certainty of letters” that he cannot pronounce clearly. The flowery prose and pining away for lost love is something that can drive me absolutely batty, but this time around???? It made me question whether or not I’m really a cyborg . . .
Lastly, I’m fairly certain (but not positive) Hall writes about the sexytimes in some of his stories. This one did not include any tearing off of each other’s underdrawers culminating in a mad, passionate, throwdown. Instead, it ended with me wishing I had a little Weasley all of my own : )
ARC provided by NetGalley in exchange for an honest review. Thank you, NetGalley!
October 23, 2016
Goodness, I enjoyed this, mm (also m/m), novella I think. Read in part of an evening, and the story was well matched to its length.
A short contemporary romance between a book conservator and an engineer (yay, my fave) in an Oxford winter flood. The flood provided the necessary mild menace to get our blokes together, man against nature, so no need for villains. Edwin, the narrator-protagonist (and rather the uke of the pairing, to import terminology from another medium) was written with a fine voice, in both senses. The mode is more romance than erotica, and the story had a refreshing lack of cruelty of any kind. I would read more by this author.
Ta, L.
A short contemporary romance between a book conservator and an engineer (yay, my fave) in an Oxford winter flood. The flood provided the necessary mild menace to get our blokes together, man against nature, so no need for villains. Edwin, the narrator-protagonist (and rather the uke of the pairing, to import terminology from another medium) was written with a fine voice, in both senses. The mode is more romance than erotica, and the story had a refreshing lack of cruelty of any kind. I would read more by this author.
Ta, L.
February 22, 2015
Just A Smidge under 4 Stars
Quintessentially Very British
Edwin Tully spends fairly much most of his time in solitude, in the house he shared with his ex-partner Marius.
Two years have passed, but some memories are still hard to forget.
When bad weather hits, salvation comes in the form of a very unlikely character Adam Dacre from the Environment Agency.
Ok, so the story didn't blow me away.... but the words....the words are what Alexis Hall does magic with. It's all in the words and how he uses them. Truly.
If your a fan of Alexis Hall I'm sure you'll enjoy this very British affair.
So pour yourself.....
and don't forget the Hobnobs.
~Arc provided by Riptide Publishing via Netgalley in exchange for honest review~
Quintessentially Very British
I smiled at him, wondering if it was acceptable practice in suburban Oxford to climb a man like rampant honeysuckle.
Edwin Tully spends fairly much most of his time in solitude, in the house he shared with his ex-partner Marius.
Two years have passed, but some memories are still hard to forget.
When bad weather hits, salvation comes in the form of a very unlikely character Adam Dacre from the Environment Agency.
Everybody else I know is so use to me. I don't think I bore them - at least, I hope I don't - but I'm everyday,....and in some very small way he was making me feel like Sunday best.
Ok, so the story didn't blow me away.... but the words....the words are what Alexis Hall does magic with. It's all in the words and how he uses them. Truly.
If your a fan of Alexis Hall I'm sure you'll enjoy this very British affair.
So pour yourself.....
and don't forget the Hobnobs.
~Arc provided by Riptide Publishing via Netgalley in exchange for honest review~
March 25, 2019
Still so touching, quiet and beautiful.

First:
Squeeeeeeeee :-) OMGOMGOMG THIS WAS SO PERFECT AND AMAZING AND I JUST LOVE ALEXIS’S BOOKS
I’m trying a new approach here and hope that after this short moment of fan-girling, I can speak rationally about this wonderful book ;-)
Serious mode is on now:
Do you know why Alexis is my favourite author? Because he—like no one else I know—is so versatile in what he writes, but is amazing in all of it. To quote Elena here: His stories may be different but you always know they are his. He can write Contemporary M/M, Paranormal F/F, the queerest and most fascinating Steampunk, achingly beautiful Short Stories, but they all make you a little bit more, a bit more human, they all connect with you on a personal level. Me and these pieces of lives, linked, for a little while at least, in quietness and time.
In my experience, it all comes down to two things: his ability to see life and humanity, capture it, and bring it on page for us to experience, and his use of language to underline it. These two things on its own are already great and valuable, but combined, they take my breath away.
Getting more into Waiting for the Flood:
This is the story of my life: standing on the edges of things and worrying, when I’m supposed to just walk through them.
This is the story of Edwin’s life, but like I wrote above, also of mine and also of many.
I smiled and thought of my house, too full and too empty of memories and things, half wishing the water would come and ruin it all, wash it away, and make me start again. Half-wishing, but mainly terrified.
It would be easy to lay all the glory and praise at Adam’s feet, that he made Edwin give life another chance, and of course there is an impact here, but I love even more that Edwin walks this path on his own. Adam is, by chance, just present, and just that helps Edwin to confront his fears, and finally do something about it. He risks life, he risks love again.
I couldn't help myself, I leaned against him, just a little, just enough to soak up some of his heat and some of his strength, the heart he had opened to me when I'd shown him the wounds of mine.
While I think every reader should read this or a book by Alexis, I beg all authors to do it, because if you want to learn something about how to create real-life characters and a dense and vivid atmosphere, all crafted so very subtly and just wrapping around you, this is the place to look.
And this statement was all me. Alexis would blush and deny and get really uncomfortable about this arrogant declaration of mine ;-)
But, for example, the way Alexis describes how Edwin and Adam get to know each other, their first conversation, their first shared tea, is just stunning. It is so real life, so subtle, so full of truth.


First:
Squeeeeeeeee :-) OMGOMGOMG THIS WAS SO PERFECT AND AMAZING AND I JUST LOVE ALEXIS’S BOOKS
I’m trying a new approach here and hope that after this short moment of fan-girling, I can speak rationally about this wonderful book ;-)
Serious mode is on now:
Do you know why Alexis is my favourite author? Because he—like no one else I know—is so versatile in what he writes, but is amazing in all of it. To quote Elena here: His stories may be different but you always know they are his. He can write Contemporary M/M, Paranormal F/F, the queerest and most fascinating Steampunk, achingly beautiful Short Stories, but they all make you a little bit more, a bit more human, they all connect with you on a personal level. Me and these pieces of lives, linked, for a little while at least, in quietness and time.
In my experience, it all comes down to two things: his ability to see life and humanity, capture it, and bring it on page for us to experience, and his use of language to underline it. These two things on its own are already great and valuable, but combined, they take my breath away.
Getting more into Waiting for the Flood:
This is the story of my life: standing on the edges of things and worrying, when I’m supposed to just walk through them.
This is the story of Edwin’s life, but like I wrote above, also of mine and also of many.
I smiled and thought of my house, too full and too empty of memories and things, half wishing the water would come and ruin it all, wash it away, and make me start again. Half-wishing, but mainly terrified.
It would be easy to lay all the glory and praise at Adam’s feet, that he made Edwin give life another chance, and of course there is an impact here, but I love even more that Edwin walks this path on his own. Adam is, by chance, just present, and just that helps Edwin to confront his fears, and finally do something about it. He risks life, he risks love again.
I couldn't help myself, I leaned against him, just a little, just enough to soak up some of his heat and some of his strength, the heart he had opened to me when I'd shown him the wounds of mine.
While I think every reader should read this or a book by Alexis, I beg all authors to do it, because if you want to learn something about how to create real-life characters and a dense and vivid atmosphere, all crafted so very subtly and just wrapping around you, this is the place to look.
And this statement was all me. Alexis would blush and deny and get really uncomfortable about this arrogant declaration of mine ;-)
But, for example, the way Alexis describes how Edwin and Adam get to know each other, their first conversation, their first shared tea, is just stunning. It is so real life, so subtle, so full of truth.

February 21, 2024
Not Boyfriend Material, but A Lady for a Duke is my favorite Alexis Hall book. By far. Its tenderness and the heartbreaking moments imbued with so much love make this book a gem.
I know Alexis Hall writes lots of different romances, and most of them are witty and funny, or even over the top. But he’s at his best when he writes romance without the com in it. Or maybe even more when (some) trauma is added, the so called romtrom.
I got an ARC for Waiting for the Flood, but the ARC actually contains two novellas, Waiting for the Flood and Chasing the Light.
Waiting for the Flood is a soft, sweet, and quiet romance, and I really liked it. But the real gem in this book is Chasing the Light. It’s about two broken men, Marius, who always seems to do everything wrong, and Leo, who has broken with his past. Even though this is just a novella, I treasured the character growth in this story. Sometimes, Alexis Hall’s wit shone through, but there was also so much love and attention for self care in this story.
Like I said, Alexis Hall is at his best when he writes romances, and I hope he will write far more of them. Especially when he tones down the com part!
Actual rating Waiting for the Flood 3.5 stars.
Actual rating Chasing the Light 4.5 stars.
Thank you so much, Sourcebooks Casablanca, for the ARC. I hope someday Marius and Leo will get their own book, too, with that beautiful cover!
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I know Alexis Hall writes lots of different romances, and most of them are witty and funny, or even over the top. But he’s at his best when he writes romance without the com in it. Or maybe even more when (some) trauma is added, the so called romtrom.
I got an ARC for Waiting for the Flood, but the ARC actually contains two novellas, Waiting for the Flood and Chasing the Light.
Waiting for the Flood is a soft, sweet, and quiet romance, and I really liked it. But the real gem in this book is Chasing the Light. It’s about two broken men, Marius, who always seems to do everything wrong, and Leo, who has broken with his past. Even though this is just a novella, I treasured the character growth in this story. Sometimes, Alexis Hall’s wit shone through, but there was also so much love and attention for self care in this story.
Like I said, Alexis Hall is at his best when he writes romances, and I hope he will write far more of them. Especially when he tones down the com part!
Actual rating Waiting for the Flood 3.5 stars.
Actual rating Chasing the Light 4.5 stars.
Thank you so much, Sourcebooks Casablanca, for the ARC. I hope someday Marius and Leo will get their own book, too, with that beautiful cover!
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August 5, 2023
This is definitely a unique impressive book. It is beautifully written with interesting, funny and rare characters. It's a short book with a very small plot, but yet so much happens here. Or rather, what all goes through head of Edwin is not little.
Edwin is a little broken and lonely, not by much, but he's kind of stuck.
Life is so full of rough edges—small tasks and expectations that scratch you bloody and remind you that you’re naked and alone. 🥺🥺🥺
And then Adam shows up and he doesn't immediately know what to do with this fascinating man. Their encounters and dialogues are insanely funny and deeply thoughtful at the same time.
And I'm sorry, I don't want to appear offensive, but Edwin's flow of speech and handling of it is so funny, it made me laugh so much. I know that's probably not appropriate. I just can't help it, maybe it's even meant to amuse the reader and also impress them at the same time. I hope I don't come across as someone who makes fun of people like Edwin.
God. Edwin. Do— Something. Anything.
“The t-tragedy of the commons. That’s a game th-theory th-th-thing isn’t it?” I asked. Two th’s in close conjunction. What was I thinking? And such a scintillating opener too. 😲😂🥰
I totally fell in love with Edwin in those few pages. And yes there is little in the way of romance or hardly any physical affection to observe, but still the book is very satisfying. The ending leaves you a bit up in the air, but even that I don't hold against the book. The story is beautiful and perfect in its simplicity.
“Edwin.” Adam’s low growl cut through the still air. “Get back here.”
“Why?”
“Because I need to kiss you, right the fuck now.” I got back there, and he kissed me right the fuck then, and it was sweet and rough and so needy, and all for me. 😍😍😍
Edwin is a little broken and lonely, not by much, but he's kind of stuck.
Life is so full of rough edges—small tasks and expectations that scratch you bloody and remind you that you’re naked and alone. 🥺🥺🥺
And then Adam shows up and he doesn't immediately know what to do with this fascinating man. Their encounters and dialogues are insanely funny and deeply thoughtful at the same time.
And I'm sorry, I don't want to appear offensive, but Edwin's flow of speech and handling of it is so funny, it made me laugh so much. I know that's probably not appropriate. I just can't help it, maybe it's even meant to amuse the reader and also impress them at the same time. I hope I don't come across as someone who makes fun of people like Edwin.
God. Edwin. Do— Something. Anything.
“The t-tragedy of the commons. That’s a game th-theory th-th-thing isn’t it?” I asked. Two th’s in close conjunction. What was I thinking? And such a scintillating opener too. 😲😂🥰
I totally fell in love with Edwin in those few pages. And yes there is little in the way of romance or hardly any physical affection to observe, but still the book is very satisfying. The ending leaves you a bit up in the air, but even that I don't hold against the book. The story is beautiful and perfect in its simplicity.
“Edwin.” Adam’s low growl cut through the still air. “Get back here.”
“Why?”
“Because I need to kiss you, right the fuck now.” I got back there, and he kissed me right the fuck then, and it was sweet and rough and so needy, and all for me. 😍😍😍
December 1, 2016
4,5 rounded to 5 stars
Another deep and soul wrenching story by Alexis Hall.
There is no secret that I am absolutely in love with this author's writing style. His lyrism made me enjoy each and every book written by him. He has an amazing talent! He makes you live the character's story, be in his mind and get to experience his happiness or sorrow to the fullest!
This book was mostly sad because it was about letting go of the past, accepting it and moving on. It was about learning to heal and trust in something new.
Edwin was such a lonely and broken man. At 31 he was struggling to accept his 10 years relationship with Marius - his first and only love, was over. For good.
Alexis really has a unique talent with words! I highlighted so many passages in this book and each bled with sadness and sorrow. Edwin was still relieving his memories with Marius. His house, the one they shared, is now full of broken dreams reminding him of what they had, but will never happen again. He feels abandoned, lost. It broke my heart over and over again, and made me want to sooth his suffering.
Then, in the middle of a flooding, unexpected kindness from a sweet man brought him a glimpse of hope. But he was too afraid to accept it. At first.
I really liked this story! It is amazingly written and I adore Alexis Hall's choice of words. Always! Even the small talk had its beauty and many times I found myself thinking about Edwin's broken heart, his tears and his despair, wanting him to be happy again.
“Life is so full of rough edges—small tasks and expectations that scratch you bloody and remind you that you’re naked and alone.”
I wish we'd get to read more about Edwin and Adam, but I was glad Edwin decided to take a chance with Adam, and by the way Adam responded to him, I can only hope they found exactly what they needed.
“Beneath his body, touched by his hands and his lips and his breath, I found words and set them free. They were wild words, rough words, raw and full of passion, the sort of words I’d never imagined I’d have the courage to say.”
Another deep and soul wrenching story by Alexis Hall.
There is no secret that I am absolutely in love with this author's writing style. His lyrism made me enjoy each and every book written by him. He has an amazing talent! He makes you live the character's story, be in his mind and get to experience his happiness or sorrow to the fullest!
This book was mostly sad because it was about letting go of the past, accepting it and moving on. It was about learning to heal and trust in something new.
Edwin was such a lonely and broken man. At 31 he was struggling to accept his 10 years relationship with Marius - his first and only love, was over. For good.
Alexis really has a unique talent with words! I highlighted so many passages in this book and each bled with sadness and sorrow. Edwin was still relieving his memories with Marius. His house, the one they shared, is now full of broken dreams reminding him of what they had, but will never happen again. He feels abandoned, lost. It broke my heart over and over again, and made me want to sooth his suffering.
Then, in the middle of a flooding, unexpected kindness from a sweet man brought him a glimpse of hope. But he was too afraid to accept it. At first.
I really liked this story! It is amazingly written and I adore Alexis Hall's choice of words. Always! Even the small talk had its beauty and many times I found myself thinking about Edwin's broken heart, his tears and his despair, wanting him to be happy again.
“Life is so full of rough edges—small tasks and expectations that scratch you bloody and remind you that you’re naked and alone.”
I wish we'd get to read more about Edwin and Adam, but I was glad Edwin decided to take a chance with Adam, and by the way Adam responded to him, I can only hope they found exactly what they needed.
“Beneath his body, touched by his hands and his lips and his breath, I found words and set them free. They were wild words, rough words, raw and full of passion, the sort of words I’d never imagined I’d have the courage to say.”
January 16, 2015
The premise of this one is that Edwin, a heartbroken introvert with a speech impediment, lives on a floodplain in the UK, and the waters are rising.
In his search for sandbags for himself and his elderly, widow neighbor, he meets Adam, who works for the Environment Agency and is helping the neighborhood control the flood damage.
The beginning of the book felt a bit strange to me. The flow felt a bit odd because every few pages of $1 words, there would be this strange $20 word plopped onto the page. It was very "one of these things is not like the other" and I found it unnecessarily distracting.
The story overall wasn't bad at all, but instead of feeling as if there was a heart-felt connection between Edwin and Adam, it felt a bit more 'desperate for love' to me.
Then a few pages later, Edwin is calling Adam his "boyfriend". And they hadn't even kissed yet. Not once. And a few pages after that, Adam states how he feels about Edwin (no question asked) and Edwin gasps out, "I do. I do." Like he's mentally picking out frilly, lace wedding dresses to match his purple cowboy boots in his mind. WTF?
Insta-love read number 2 of 3 for me this week and, sadly, I really don't care that much for them. If you don't even know the person's middle name, you don't know them well enough to be in *lurve*...
3 1/2 stars for the writing, less 1 star for my above grievances, so 2 1/2 stars.
In his search for sandbags for himself and his elderly, widow neighbor, he meets Adam, who works for the Environment Agency and is helping the neighborhood control the flood damage.
The beginning of the book felt a bit strange to me. The flow felt a bit odd because every few pages of $1 words, there would be this strange $20 word plopped onto the page. It was very "one of these things is not like the other" and I found it unnecessarily distracting.
Yes, you know a big word. Yes, I know that one, too. That's nice. Do you know the word "incongruous"? Can we proceed now? *Thesaurus-Quietly-Closes*Fortunately, after the first few chapters, the word flow was pretty "congruous". (Sorry, I couldn't resist.) *wink*
The story overall wasn't bad at all, but instead of feeling as if there was a heart-felt connection between Edwin and Adam, it felt a bit more 'desperate for love' to me.
You think I'm cute, I think you're sort of mildly attractive *and* you actually listen to what I have to say. I've been really lonely for a long time and you're *here*, so you'll do.Yes, I'm exaggerating (a bit), but I really didn't see the development of a deeper bond at a truly meaningful level. They spoke briefly, maybe 5 times over 3 days, then shared a cuppa and some bread, Edwin snapped at Adam, then the next day slammed the door in his face.
l. LOVE. YOU.
Then a few pages later, Edwin is calling Adam his "boyfriend". And they hadn't even kissed yet. Not once. And a few pages after that, Adam states how he feels about Edwin (no question asked) and Edwin gasps out, "I do. I do." Like he's mentally picking out frilly, lace wedding dresses to match his purple cowboy boots in his mind. WTF?
Insta-love read number 2 of 3 for me this week and, sadly, I really don't care that much for them. If you don't even know the person's middle name, you don't know them well enough to be in *lurve*...
3 1/2 stars for the writing, less 1 star for my above grievances, so 2 1/2 stars.
August 25, 2025
Re-read 2025 - this was EVEN BETTER 2nd time. Especially when listening at a respectable audio speed. I loved these two novellas of beautifully written, deep feeling characters. Alexis Hall shines here with his ability to write emotional layers and sad but sarcastic, witty men who form genuine connections. I felt so drawn into these relationships, they had such lovely depth and I fondly remembered them a year later.
“Petal” in that rich northern accent remains my dreamiest term of endearment ever.
Will Watts is absolutely incredible in his narration, nailing the nuances to Edwin’s stutter and Adam’s warmth whilst perfectly depicting how vulnerable Marius is beneath the snark and Leo’s calm presence.
Bonus star for Marius’s parents 🌟
First read 2024
Review for newer version - I didn’t realise this had been re-released and was now two novellas - I listened on audio and when the first book suddenly ended I felt confused how rushed it was. Now I know it was a novella it was actually lovely but I wish I knew before hand. The second novella is also wonderful, both main characters are rather heavy with melancholic vibes but written beautifully as always by Alexis Hall and I enjoyed them very much.
This edition has the ex-partners story (Marius) which isn’t mentioned here on the GR blurb as I realise it hasn’t been updated. It was so good though!! I loved the depth to the characters and the way their relationships evolve. Emotional, authentic stories.
The magical, mystical, incredibly descriptive writing put me to sleep at times. Listening on audio I found myself distracted a lot during the poetic descriptions and my mind trailing off. However, Will Watt was a fabulous narrator - brilliant voices for each character and lovely nuances to the different regional accents. I love his voice in my ears.
“Petal” in that rich northern accent remains my dreamiest term of endearment ever.
Will Watts is absolutely incredible in his narration, nailing the nuances to Edwin’s stutter and Adam’s warmth whilst perfectly depicting how vulnerable Marius is beneath the snark and Leo’s calm presence.
Bonus star for Marius’s parents 🌟
First read 2024
Review for newer version - I didn’t realise this had been re-released and was now two novellas - I listened on audio and when the first book suddenly ended I felt confused how rushed it was. Now I know it was a novella it was actually lovely but I wish I knew before hand. The second novella is also wonderful, both main characters are rather heavy with melancholic vibes but written beautifully as always by Alexis Hall and I enjoyed them very much.
This edition has the ex-partners story (Marius) which isn’t mentioned here on the GR blurb as I realise it hasn’t been updated. It was so good though!! I loved the depth to the characters and the way their relationships evolve. Emotional, authentic stories.
The magical, mystical, incredibly descriptive writing put me to sleep at times. Listening on audio I found myself distracted a lot during the poetic descriptions and my mind trailing off. However, Will Watt was a fabulous narrator - brilliant voices for each character and lovely nuances to the different regional accents. I love his voice in my ears.
December 28, 2024
The 2nd installment in the Spires series by Alexis Hall is a novella that brings together a 30-year-old who's depressed since a break-up and a hunky gov't worker trying to stop a flood in their small village. Fun, romantic, and light... enjoyed the background setting and story.
March 29, 2016
This is a quiet, contemplative book about a man who has cut himself off from life. Edwin had thought he and his boyfriend Marius were building a lifetime together, while Marius was slowly falling out of love. They ended two years ago, not with a bang but with a whimper, leaving Edwin alone with the obscure old books he restores in the house they bought together. Edwin hasn't been able to move on. After two years, his lost relationship still dominates his thoughts and moods. But when an impending flood threatens his home, one of the men who comes to help the neighborhood cope turns out to be just what he needs to shake loose from the past.
The writing here is excellent (if a bit erudite, but that fits the MC whose passion and occupation involves old books.) The mood is slow, bittersweet at first, and very British in flavor, which I enjoy. There are no huge made-for-TV moments, just a series of small events bringing two men closer together, combined with a neighbor who adds warmth and flavor to the mix. I enjoyed the contrast of characters, some of the quirkiness of their conversations, and Edwin's initial fears and melancholy which were deeply recognizable. My only issue was that I wasn't completely drawn in to their relationship, a fast connection which by the end still felt a little superficial. But if you like quiet, lyrically written books about moving on, this one is worth savoring. I put it on my shelf to reread someday.
The writing here is excellent (if a bit erudite, but that fits the MC whose passion and occupation involves old books.) The mood is slow, bittersweet at first, and very British in flavor, which I enjoy. There are no huge made-for-TV moments, just a series of small events bringing two men closer together, combined with a neighbor who adds warmth and flavor to the mix. I enjoyed the contrast of characters, some of the quirkiness of their conversations, and Edwin's initial fears and melancholy which were deeply recognizable. My only issue was that I wasn't completely drawn in to their relationship, a fast connection which by the end still felt a little superficial. But if you like quiet, lyrically written books about moving on, this one is worth savoring. I put it on my shelf to reread someday.
August 12, 2023
Reread 2023 .
Still absolutely amazing and still a fabulous example of Alexis Hall’s skillful, soulful and witty writing. And still tempted to give it 5 stars but I can’t make myself do it. The end was too abrupt and I wished desperately for an epilogue- I really needed more Edwin and Adam and a smidge less Edwin and Marius.
Still absolutely amazing and still a fabulous example of Alexis Hall’s skillful, soulful and witty writing. And still tempted to give it 5 stars but I can’t make myself do it. The end was too abrupt and I wished desperately for an epilogue- I really needed more Edwin and Adam and a smidge less Edwin and Marius.
January 13, 2015
I just love this author's voice. I love that his characters are so imperfect, and in fact tend to have some weighty problems. They are human. They're not all drop dead gorgeous with brilliant white smiles and they don't walk around leaving a trail of broken hearts. They're just real.
I think what I love most about Alexis Hall (this being only the second book I've read by him) is how easy it is to fall in love with the love interest in his books. When I first "met" Adam, I couldn't help but picture a scrawny, freckly redhead with a big goofy smile. But as the story wears on, I noticed those big, rough, callused hands, his soft, smiling lips, and he became so much more.
The main protagonist, Edwin, is a somewhat reclusive, lonely guy living in the house that he and his ex bought together. It's obvious he misses being a part of a twosome and still hasn't come to terms with their breakup. How depressing, right? And it is depressing.
"I closed the door.
Crouched on my ruined carpet, and cried again.
Because Marius had left me. Because my house was flooding. And because the universe had dropped a wonderful man into my lap right when I felt least worthy of having him."
But I think that was the whole point of the story. Edwin is at a low point in life, and I guess the only way to go is up for him. Adam just happens to show up, and this is the first blush of their relationship. I love getting those butterflies, reading about the first shy looks and the goofy feelings, and being surprised when I figured out that Adam is a little more manly than I originally expected.
"Edwin." Adam's low growl cut through the still air. "Get back here."
"Why?"
"Because I need to kiss you, right the fuck now."
I got back there and he kissed me right the fuck then, and it was sweet and rough and so needy, and all for me."
I really think this could have been a full length novel. I was left kind of disappointed that we only get a smidge of the story. I suppose it was Edwin's healing process, but it was just the tip, and I did not put this book down with a happy sigh. I put it down feeling a little lost and let down. Therefore, no five stars :(
One other thing that is notable is how very British Hall's books are. I love it. It's rare that I get to read a book that's not so Americanized that I don't have a moment to question where the setting is. I knew this wasn't in the US...wellies and tea and other small things made it obvious, and as ethnocentric as this may sound, it made it slightly exotic for me.
I kind of went into this book having no idea what to expect, and I'm glad I felt that way. Had I had expectations of another Glitterland, I may have been disappointed. Although it did have the same tone, it did not give me the sense of finality that Glitterland did. But it was a lovely read. If you go into this expecting a typical romance with a beginning, middle, and ending all wrapped up with a pretty bow, you may be disappointed. To me, the focus of the story was Edwin's slow realization that he's ready to move past Marius, that in fact, his life has a lot more to offer. Starting with Adam.
Advance copy provided for review
I think what I love most about Alexis Hall (this being only the second book I've read by him) is how easy it is to fall in love with the love interest in his books. When I first "met" Adam, I couldn't help but picture a scrawny, freckly redhead with a big goofy smile. But as the story wears on, I noticed those big, rough, callused hands, his soft, smiling lips, and he became so much more.
The main protagonist, Edwin, is a somewhat reclusive, lonely guy living in the house that he and his ex bought together. It's obvious he misses being a part of a twosome and still hasn't come to terms with their breakup. How depressing, right? And it is depressing.
"I closed the door.
Crouched on my ruined carpet, and cried again.
Because Marius had left me. Because my house was flooding. And because the universe had dropped a wonderful man into my lap right when I felt least worthy of having him."
But I think that was the whole point of the story. Edwin is at a low point in life, and I guess the only way to go is up for him. Adam just happens to show up, and this is the first blush of their relationship. I love getting those butterflies, reading about the first shy looks and the goofy feelings, and being surprised when I figured out that Adam is a little more manly than I originally expected.
"Edwin." Adam's low growl cut through the still air. "Get back here."
"Why?"
"Because I need to kiss you, right the fuck now."
I got back there and he kissed me right the fuck then, and it was sweet and rough and so needy, and all for me."
I really think this could have been a full length novel. I was left kind of disappointed that we only get a smidge of the story. I suppose it was Edwin's healing process, but it was just the tip, and I did not put this book down with a happy sigh. I put it down feeling a little lost and let down. Therefore, no five stars :(
One other thing that is notable is how very British Hall's books are. I love it. It's rare that I get to read a book that's not so Americanized that I don't have a moment to question where the setting is. I knew this wasn't in the US...wellies and tea and other small things made it obvious, and as ethnocentric as this may sound, it made it slightly exotic for me.
I kind of went into this book having no idea what to expect, and I'm glad I felt that way. Had I had expectations of another Glitterland, I may have been disappointed. Although it did have the same tone, it did not give me the sense of finality that Glitterland did. But it was a lovely read. If you go into this expecting a typical romance with a beginning, middle, and ending all wrapped up with a pretty bow, you may be disappointed. To me, the focus of the story was Edwin's slow realization that he's ready to move past Marius, that in fact, his life has a lot more to offer. Starting with Adam.
Advance copy provided for review
August 24, 2025
Reread June 2024:
Oh God, it’s even better the second time around. I feel warm all over and oddly very… emotional? Like, I want to bawl my eyes out, but also jump up and down in joy and cuddle my cats. Alexis Hall just writes to my soul. And Will Watt, maaaan he’s just so good. Do yourself a favour and listen to the audiobook!
Original review:
That was just… so LOVELY! So soft, sensitive, sensual and sweet. Alexis’ words and Will Watt’s narration are the perfect combination and simply a match made in heaven. These two novellas and the bonus content (especially aftermath) stole my heart and are definitely my fav out of the Spires series. I laughed out loud, my heart ached for Edwin and Marius (in a good way I think?) and I shed tears of joy by the end of it - just ALL THE FEELS. Couldn’t recommend this new edition enough!
Oh God, it’s even better the second time around. I feel warm all over and oddly very… emotional? Like, I want to bawl my eyes out, but also jump up and down in joy and cuddle my cats. Alexis Hall just writes to my soul. And Will Watt, maaaan he’s just so good. Do yourself a favour and listen to the audiobook!
Original review:
That was just… so LOVELY! So soft, sensitive, sensual and sweet. Alexis’ words and Will Watt’s narration are the perfect combination and simply a match made in heaven. These two novellas and the bonus content (especially aftermath) stole my heart and are definitely my fav out of the Spires series. I laughed out loud, my heart ached for Edwin and Marius (in a good way I think?) and I shed tears of joy by the end of it - just ALL THE FEELS. Couldn’t recommend this new edition enough!
January 27, 2025
Waiting for the Flood is a sparkling GEM of a book. A story I find myself already revisiting just a couple of days after finishing it. Everything from the pace, words, characters, and emotion spoke right to me. Fit right inside my world and heart.
A small, English neighborhood preparing for a flood is where we meet two of the sweetest men on record. Edwin is trying to protect his home from the water. Sealing and walling up his home, but Edwin’s heart has been shut away and protected from hurt and love for far too long. With a little help and hope, perhaps Edwin can open up and share his life again with someone new. Someone like Adam with all his dimples, smiles, and hope!
”W-what if I’m unbeable with?”
Edwin’s heartache and quiet ways coupled with Adam’s smiles and freckles were so much fun to watch spark off each other. The ebb and flow of their attraction was beautiful to see and be a part of. Conversations filled with hesitation, laughter and clumsiness. I adored Edwin and Adam at word one! And OH!...How the words charmed me.
Alexis Hall has a lovely way with words. He holds them in the palm of his hand and makes them his own. Sounds and letters feel as if they mean or move so differently in these pages. Words were tripped on, shared, and given. And I could feel them in the room with me. Feel how hard they were to say at times. Feel how important certain words were to Adam and Edwin. Hell…the word made me shiver all the way down to my toes! Edwin’s stuttering and difficulty with some words and syllables was spelled out perfectly for readers. His fear of opening up and speaking to someone new lived under my skin at times. There is really no other way to say it—Edwin and Adam squeezed my heart to bits.
This small, temporarily closed off world felt warm and safe to me. It sparkled! Stolen days away from the world, waiting for something to happen. I feel like that most days. Like I’m waiting for something. Edwin inspired me to wade through, reach out and smile. Hearts need time to heal, but we can’t stay walled in and closed off forever.
Thank you for the words, Mr. Hall.
**Audio 1/27/25**
I love, love, love the words in this story. Little lines like “everyday quietness of me” or words like mirth or unraveled. Every word and line charmed me in this lovely, romantic read about wading back out there after a loss or a heartbreak. Adam and Edwin are the sweetest. They make you long for someone to share time with over a cup of tea.
I highly recommend the audio.
August 3, 2016
First of all, this was a very believable story, it being so short, and that is amazing.
There were sentences that really nailed it for me.
My problem is the style in it’s written. I have the impression I’m reading a British Góngora: saying many beautiful words and a total display of original syntax but whose meaning keeps being concealed from the normal person. It’s a very characteristic style, and an effective one at that, except for the small detail that I get lost in it… and not in the good sense.
It’s not that I dislike flourish language. In fact, I read a book translated from French, Vino y miel, which showed off one of the most grandiose and epic vocabulary I have ever seen. But it was hypnotizing and compelling. I couldn’t look down, I just wanted to absorb every word, every feeling, every awakening of senses. That’s the only example that comes to mind, but there surely have been others before and after that book. I’m more a fan of books with a simpler style and a wide meaning displayed to full force. I’ve always been a Quevedo girl, that witty, agile and significant idea that travels behind the inked words. Góngora is obscured, convoluted and makes me scratch my head more often than not.
I love logic, I really do. But the logic I like is the well known theoretical “p → q” sort of problem. The argumentative sort. The one that charismatic people use in order to lead people’s minds to the direction they want them to. Logic games give me headaches and here there were plenty of those. Logic games. And headaches. The author simply assumes you know what it’s all about and that frustrated me to no end. The erudite perspective was believable but it tended up being a little tiresome after a while, too.
I know some engineers and none of them start and spend the whole conversation discussing logic problems. I found that idea a little forced, like “he’s an engineer, and that says it all about his obsession with logic problems”. And the MC decomposing every single word into the Latin/Greek/whatever roots because he has a British degree or similar. It works once or twice. But all the damn time? Just no. I would have liked it to be something inherent in the MC's personalities, but it sounded a bit too arrogant and I couldn't digest that very well.
A friend points out in her review this book was pretentious and I can see why she’d say that.
Maybe he’s not the writer for me, but I can still appreciate the quality. Let's say I don't LOVE him but I LIKE him just fine.
In the beginning, Edwin doesn’t remind me of the character I met in For Real. But then both pictures overlapped and I was relieved I hadn’t been cheated into a different character’s story.
Adam was adorbs.
So different from Marius, but so right, at the same time. It may be a little forced and rushed to have them together in such a short spam of time. Someone may call it insta-love. But somehow, Alexis’s days are stretched into years, it’s as if every minute holds a whole soliloquy of someone’s inner conflicts. It’s true that in RL we don’t exactly leave our lives in stand-by in order to have these complex thoughts about love, life and our own self. However, this book is really an stand-by of sorts. Edwin’s routine is truncated by the threat of flooding. His house and his neighbourhood is in the “danger zone”, and Adam is the one who comes to help, without a white horse but with a yellow raincoat.
So in the end, their story-in-its-infancy was credible and solid. That little voice inside my head telling me this was too much to handle was muted with the promising future they would have together.
*****
I read this with my twin monster Josy!
*****
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There were sentences that really nailed it for me.
This is the story of my life: standing on the edges of things and worrying, when I'm supposed to just walk through them.
It’s hard to like someone when they care more about how they come across than making you feel comfortable.
“Sometimes I even get to see the sun shining on it.”
“In England? Are you s-sure?”
My problem is the style in it’s written. I have the impression I’m reading a British Góngora: saying many beautiful words and a total display of original syntax but whose meaning keeps being concealed from the normal person. It’s a very characteristic style, and an effective one at that, except for the small detail that I get lost in it… and not in the good sense.
It’s not that I dislike flourish language. In fact, I read a book translated from French, Vino y miel, which showed off one of the most grandiose and epic vocabulary I have ever seen. But it was hypnotizing and compelling. I couldn’t look down, I just wanted to absorb every word, every feeling, every awakening of senses. That’s the only example that comes to mind, but there surely have been others before and after that book. I’m more a fan of books with a simpler style and a wide meaning displayed to full force. I’ve always been a Quevedo girl, that witty, agile and significant idea that travels behind the inked words. Góngora is obscured, convoluted and makes me scratch my head more often than not.
I love logic, I really do. But the logic I like is the well known theoretical “p → q” sort of problem. The argumentative sort. The one that charismatic people use in order to lead people’s minds to the direction they want them to. Logic games give me headaches and here there were plenty of those. Logic games. And headaches. The author simply assumes you know what it’s all about and that frustrated me to no end. The erudite perspective was believable but it tended up being a little tiresome after a while, too.
I know some engineers and none of them start and spend the whole conversation discussing logic problems. I found that idea a little forced, like “he’s an engineer, and that says it all about his obsession with logic problems”. And the MC decomposing every single word into the Latin/Greek/whatever roots because he has a British degree or similar. It works once or twice. But all the damn time? Just no. I would have liked it to be something inherent in the MC's personalities, but it sounded a bit too arrogant and I couldn't digest that very well.
A friend points out in her review this book was pretentious and I can see why she’d say that.
Maybe he’s not the writer for me, but I can still appreciate the quality. Let's say I don't LOVE him but I LIKE him just fine.
In the beginning, Edwin doesn’t remind me of the character I met in For Real. But then both pictures overlapped and I was relieved I hadn’t been cheated into a different character’s story.
Adam was adorbs.
So different from Marius, but so right, at the same time. It may be a little forced and rushed to have them together in such a short spam of time. Someone may call it insta-love. But somehow, Alexis’s days are stretched into years, it’s as if every minute holds a whole soliloquy of someone’s inner conflicts. It’s true that in RL we don’t exactly leave our lives in stand-by in order to have these complex thoughts about love, life and our own self. However, this book is really an stand-by of sorts. Edwin’s routine is truncated by the threat of flooding. His house and his neighbourhood is in the “danger zone”, and Adam is the one who comes to help, without a white horse but with a yellow raincoat.
So in the end, their story-in-its-infancy was credible and solid. That little voice inside my head telling me this was too much to handle was muted with the promising future they would have together.
*****
I read this with my twin monster Josy!
*****
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May 21, 2018
2 Stars
DNF @ 22%
I didn't like the writing!
DNF @ 22%
I didn't like the writing!
January 1, 2023
RE-READ: Oct 2022
Still lyrical and beautiful. This time I focused more on Edwin's job... Those bits and pieces that he reveals seem truly fascinating.
The only downside? This time I chose the audiobook and I really didn't like the narrator much...
ORIGINAL REVIEW:
4.5 stars rounded up.
Beautiful, lyrical and magical!
Let's be honest here... Although I've got a few of Alexis Hall's books on my TBR (and on my computer for that matter), Waiting for the Flood was actually the first I've read. And boy, was it gooooood!!!
I absolutely loved the writing style! And I'm definitely going to read other books by this Author. If they're similar, then Mr. Hall will get to my "must-read authors" list, and fast!
I loved the slow burn, I loved the imperfections of the MCs, I loved Edwin's devotion to his job and his books and Mrs. P and Adam's calm and strong demeanour in managing the crisis and his absolutely brilliant attitude to Edwin and his bashfulness.
Though Waiting for the Flood is short, it has the depth that many much longer books lack. The MCs are flesh and blood and Mrs. P is just adorable.
I just wish it was longer!!! I even survived the lack of steam, guys ;)
Highly recommended!!!
Still lyrical and beautiful. This time I focused more on Edwin's job... Those bits and pieces that he reveals seem truly fascinating.
The only downside? This time I chose the audiobook and I really didn't like the narrator much...
ORIGINAL REVIEW:
4.5 stars rounded up.
Beautiful, lyrical and magical!
Let's be honest here... Although I've got a few of Alexis Hall's books on my TBR (and on my computer for that matter), Waiting for the Flood was actually the first I've read. And boy, was it gooooood!!!
I absolutely loved the writing style! And I'm definitely going to read other books by this Author. If they're similar, then Mr. Hall will get to my "must-read authors" list, and fast!
I loved the slow burn, I loved the imperfections of the MCs, I loved Edwin's devotion to his job and his books and Mrs. P and Adam's calm and strong demeanour in managing the crisis and his absolutely brilliant attitude to Edwin and his bashfulness.
Though Waiting for the Flood is short, it has the depth that many much longer books lack. The MCs are flesh and blood and Mrs. P is just adorable.
I just wish it was longer!!! I even survived the lack of steam, guys ;)
Highly recommended!!!
August 14, 2023
reread 08/2023
One of the most beautiful comfort rereads for me.
I love everything about it. The characters, the writing, the emotions!!
So so gorgeous.
5 stars obviously.
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reread 09/2022
Moving up to all time favorite. Love this sweet novella. Beautifully written.
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01/2022
This was so sweet.. I loved Edwin and Adam. Loved how Edwin slowly opened himself to the possibility of Adam. It was beautifully written. 5 stars.
One of the most beautiful comfort rereads for me.
I love everything about it. The characters, the writing, the emotions!!
So so gorgeous.
5 stars obviously.
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reread 09/2022
Moving up to all time favorite. Love this sweet novella. Beautifully written.
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01/2022
This was so sweet.. I loved Edwin and Adam. Loved how Edwin slowly opened himself to the possibility of Adam. It was beautifully written. 5 stars.
January 30, 2015
Oh Alexis Hall does it again.
This book was sublime, it was vivid.
The words. My god I highlighted so many words!!!
Poignant and deep.
People leave and people stay.
Gah made my heart hurt and burst and hurt and burst
Loved it
Mare~Slitsread
This book was sublime, it was vivid.
The words. My god I highlighted so many words!!!
Poignant and deep.
People leave and people stay.
Gah made my heart hurt and burst and hurt and burst
Loved it
Mare~Slitsread
April 1, 2024
4.5 stars
The new edition of Waiting for the Flood Chasing the Light, and both novellas were such good reads. Edwin and Marius break up after being together for 10 years. Waiting for the Flood follows Edwin after that and his romance with Adam. Chasing the Light follows Marius and his romance with Leo.
The Aftermath short at the end was beautiful (and hot), and was a nice send off for both novellas.
The new edition of Waiting for the Flood Chasing the Light, and both novellas were such good reads. Edwin and Marius break up after being together for 10 years. Waiting for the Flood follows Edwin after that and his romance with Adam. Chasing the Light follows Marius and his romance with Leo.
The Aftermath short at the end was beautiful (and hot), and was a nice send off for both novellas.
February 22, 2015
This quiet little story is the story of a man who finds the self he lost when his longtime partner left him.
It's more a story of discovery than of love--of the way a setting and a circumstance can close a person off, or open them up again.
quiet. thoughtful. lovely.
It's more a story of discovery than of love--of the way a setting and a circumstance can close a person off, or open them up again.
quiet. thoughtful. lovely.
March 4, 2015
4,5 stars
Waiting for the Flood is a quiet and beautiful story of a man and his fear of loss, a story of healing and acceptance. A tender story of a man who is struggling to find back into his life after years of loneliness and sadness, a glimpse into a relationship that is starting to blossom, sweet and tender.
This engaging story is about letting go the past and letting it rain until the worst of the flood is over… until the sun comes out again.
I doesn’t always has to be epic or dramatic… sometimes it’s the soft-spoken, quiet, elegantly written story that is giving much more away than action-packed novels with plenty of hot sex.
"Beneath his body, touched by his hands and his lips and his breath, I found words and set them free.
They were wild words, rough words, raw and full of passion, the sort of words I’d never imagined I’d have the courage to say."
I just love Alexis Hall’s lyrical prose, his writing style is elegant, it’s beautiful yet powerful. I highly recommend this deeply moving reading experience to everyone who is looking for something more than the usual mainstream stuff.
February 25, 2015
This book was kind of "eh" for me. Although the writing had a quiet beauty to it, I had a difficult time with the relationship development between the two main characters. When we meet Edwin he still has not moved on from his previous relationship- and it's all he talks about- non-stop. I found being in his head very depressing and tiring. I did like Adam, but I didn't find his attraction nor feelings toward Edwin believable. Sometimes insta-love works for me and sometimes it doesn't, unfortunately, this one doesn't.
2.75 Stars.
ARC kindly provided by Riptide Publishing via Netgalley for an honest review.
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