Review & Release Blitz ~ THE WEIGHT OF LIFE - Whitney Barbetti #RafflecopterGiveaway
Review By Misty
**5 Free Refilled Love Stars**
If Whitney Barbetti has gotten down anything in her writing it is pulling at heartstrings. And I am not just talking in parts of her stories. No, I mean through the entire thing. She never gives us a break whether it's grief filled or full of happiness. She writes characters who could easily be your best friend or your sister or your brother and because of that you find yourself not only pulling for them you find yourself feeling for them. Falling in love with them.
The Weight of Life could easily be Barbetti's best work to date in my eyes. The grief in this book is real. The feelings are real. The love is real. The heartbreak and hope are real. So real that I bet that every single one of us has felt it all at some point in our lives.
We've met Mila in previous books but I don't think we saw enough of her to know just how positive she is about life. But even those rays of sunshine have their cloudy days and we find this is the exact reason she has left the states and gone on a bit of adventure in the name of work. She's struggling finding her way in life after losing the person who brought so much out in her.
Ames, oh sweet Ames. I don't think I have met a more perfect character. He too has his share of grief but seems to the be the cloudy day to Mila's unwavering sunshine. He just can't seem to shake it. But then one fateful night on a bridge and his world is forever changed. But can that ray of sunshine break through even the toughest of clouds?
"There was no such thing as too much love, not when there were millions of others in the world with not enough."
Whitney has brought us a love story. Just a simple love story. But is there really anything simple about love? But she has proven that there is enough love to share again even when you don't think it's possible.
“Don’t let go.” Those were my first words to him, as I hung over the side of a London bridge. The words I would soon say again, in a moment that didn’t involve bridges, but something much more fragile: my heart.
He held onto me for three weeks, in a time when I needed to be held. Needed to connect to someone who understood how loss tunneled unrepentantly through the fabric of your soul.
Although he said he'd stay, we both knew he wouldn't. I had already survived one loss—I didn't know if I'd survive another.
She spun into my life like a tornado of smiles and chatter and everything else I'd long avoided, with a persistence that I admired, albeit begrudgingly. She broke down each neat wall I’d constructed without even trying. Her presence alone caused me to remember what it felt like to smile, to look forward to what the day would bring.
But it was only supposed to last three weeks.
“Don’t let go,” she’d pleaded.
I’d promised her I wouldn’t—but I would. I didn't have a choice.