I never know what to expect in regards to the story line when a new Carlino book comes out but what I do know is that book is going to be an epic love story. A love story that will also tear at your heartstrings. A story that makes a skeptic like me believe in love again. That there is someone else out there for me to love again. This happens every single time I read a book by this author.
This story is no different. Although I did find this one a bit deeper than her others. This one is about living life moment to moment and taking advantage of everything that makes you happy. It's about not taking too many things for granted as you never ever know what life will throw at you. And Renee definitely through a curve ball in this one.
I am not going to go into too much detail on this one because I think to fully appreciate the beauty that comes from these pages you must go in blind. Blind to Charlotte and Adam's issues in life. Blind to everything this book comes to represent. Pick this one up if you need just a little hope back in your life.
“You’re making love sound tragic,” I said.
“No”—he shook his head—“I wouldn’t want it any other way. Tell me about us. What do we like to do?”
“Paint and sail and eat and drink. Just simple things.” “Don’t forget about sex,” he said. “Yeah, lots of sex. Before the children were born we
"We were practically naked every second of the day.”
“I like that.”
“When they got older, we’d sneak away for weekends and leave them at my mom’s.”
“What are they like? Our children.”
“Happy. That’s all we wished for. We put our love first and it just spilled over into them and now they’re happy.”
Tears sprang from my eyes and ran down my cheeks. Isn’t that what we all hope for when it comes to our children?
His tone suddenly changed. “That’s beautiful, Char- lotte.” It was like he was waking up from the dream. I didn’t want to go back to reality yet, but I knew these fantasies were just to help Adam get his mind off things.
“I can imagine a long life with you,” he said. “I can imagine what a great wife you’d be."
I pulled my hand out of his. “The story is about you and me.” He didn’t say anything; he just nodded and then continued to stare out the window. I bent and kissed the top of his head again, and whispered, “It’s about us. Don’t take that away from me.”