What I'm Reading: The Other Side of Us
It never fails to amaze me when a book I've cried over, loved, and given five bright stars is given a poor review from another reader, but I suppose in the same way some of us adore asparagus, and others of us hate it, such is life. And because we've lived different lives and had different life experiences, that's expected. Okay, even. But enough of my navel-gazing! On to the review...
I'm a Sarah Mayberry fan from way back. There's something about the way she tells a story--just the sheer honesty of it--that never fails to hook me. Her characters are deep and flawed and often, break the tired cliched molds of romance heroes and heroines.
The Other Side of Us is no exception. For the first several chapters I was shocked (shocked, I tell you!) that Oliver wasn't reacting in the tried (or should I say tired?) and true way of a romance hero. His cheeks went pink with embarrassment. He was shy. He was uncertain. And at the same time, still beautifully masculine and appealing. Meanwhile our heroine was assertive and strong, pigheaded, and willful. And not in a way that made her seem the least bit bitchy.
It was a joy to live through these characters on their journey of rediscovery, experiencing life through their eyes as they both realize that they are not who they once were and that, GASP!, they may never be again.
This is a love story at its finest. No gimmicks. No fast-talking pitch salesman. Just love at its most pure, simple, and complicated.