I’m all too aware that my upcoming book isn’t the kind that will appeal to the average reader (whatever that even means 😅).

It’s not one that publishers would jump at.

It’s not one that will end up on any lists.

It could be called a little depressing, a little slow, a little like, “Why..?”

But. For certain people, it’s perfect.

Like Ann:

I’ve sat on writing this review for a little bit, not so much because I didn’t know what I wanted to say, but because I’m afraid I won’t be able to do this book justice.

At its essence, this is an anthology of short stories written between two soulmates and published after Renley’s death. I think it’s important to read the About the Authors section as well as the Preface to get a feel for the why behind this book. The two authors not only both have a gift for lyrical writing, but more importantly, shared a deep soul connection that comes through in every page. A connection like this doesn’t happen often, possibly not at all for some people. I’ve experienced it, and have never attempted to put it into words due to feeling inadequate to that task. Fortunately, this book has done it for me.

It’s a short read with not so much stories as moments in time. Or rather, the emotion of a moment in time. In many stories, that moment is just after a loss or the break in a relationship. Loss is a major theme in this anthology, as is love, grief, and redemption. While I favored some stories over others, all are lyrical and enthralling and my recommendation is not to read this straight through, but to choose a story every few days in order to have time to absorb it before moving on. I’ve come back to the Epilogue (Coda) several times, lost in the beauty of what appears to be the authors writing to each other. It’s so moving, it’s poetry.

This is possibly my shortest review to date, but there’s not much more I can say. This anthology deserves to be read by anyone who has loved, or lost, or just believes in love that last beyond lifetimes.

It’s for Ann, and others who have searched for home, that my son and I wrote this book.

And that, to me, is enough.