I know I mentioned in my last review that my next book would be The Husband’s Secret. I read it and found it to be ‘meh.’ I’ll still do a review on it eventually, but wanted to fast forward to an incredible book I just finished, Night Road by Kristin Hannah (it came out years ago). If it’s not on your current reading list, add it now… but be prepared for water works.
I don’t want it to seem like I only review sad books that make me cry, but that’s coincidentally what happened with my last two reads (in reference to The Fault In Our Stars).
This next story has two narrators, a mother and a 14-year old girl named Lexi. Their lives become deeply intertwined within the first few chapters of the book. From the start, you can see where the book is heading…. Lexi is a new girl at school, she befriends Mia, who is somewhat of a loner. Mia has a twin brother that Lexi is secretly in love with… but no, this isn’t a teeny bopper romance novel that ends happily ever after.
As stated on the book’s back cover, “on a hot summer’s night her worst fears come true.” Sounds like one of those cheesy horror stories, I know. But joking aside, I was blown away by what happens and heart broken, knowing how realistic this plot is and that sadly, it occurs every year.. in this town or the next one.
Staying true to the reason I started this book review series, I won’t give any spoilers. But this story gives you an inside look on how grief can bring people to their lowest of lows, and yet with forgiveness (which may not come until years later) is the only way to continue on with your life.
At points, I was speechless on how this author could do this to me. Bringing characters together and then just as fast, tearing them apart… but for good reason. It makes you consider your own morals and choices, not sure at times which character you side with but yet underestanding each one and the reasons behind their decisions.
To wrap this up, Night Road has been permanently added to my mini bookshelf library I’ve started, hoping one day I can go back to having more printed books in my possession than e-books.