I am that gash in her soul. Once I loved her, really loved her. And she loved me, and it was so f–king beautiful. Once. That pendulum swings to and fro. We’re here, and then we’re – no. How can that rare beauty be rendered irrelevant, intangible, when I still feel so damn much? Does all that energy, that glory, that significance simply dissolve? Turn to smoke? To nothing? It can’t. It just can’t. Are the moments that shape us absolutely random? Is time not fluid? I made promises to them, to her. Especially to her. Promises I still burn to keep.
Perfectly imperfect love I fell in love with Dig in the first book. For the most part we were given only the good parts of what Grace remembered of Dig. His love, his care and his unbelievably sweet sweet words. That on top of knowing from the start that he dies tragically young. That on top of the sweetness and absolutism that is young first love even with all the pain that comes with it. I fell in love with Dig.Â
Totally in love with this series! I rarely read a series back to back. I don’t want to get burned out on the characters or storyline. But there is just something in the way Cat Porter writes that sucks me in. I am emotionally invested in these characters. I love them, I feel as though I understand their very souls. I know, doesn’t make sense, but somehow I have fallen into this series and I don’t want to come out. Miller, Grace, Dig, Boner, they all are beautiful, dangerous, amazing souls that chose to ride a road full of…
Cat Porter did not disappoint. What an interesting story. We get Dig’s POV for a little more than the first half of the book and some questions I had from Lock & Key were answered and some misconceptions cleared up. Dig’s past was really put into the forefront and it made sense as to why he was the way he was. We get Grace’s POV for the rest of the book and find out where she and Miller stand in their quest for a baby. When things don’t work out during their first try at surrogacy, Grace spirals into a depression and…