“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.
4.5 Star Review by Ashley
Well, I survived this one without any tears (though I got close once) which is pretty good considering this is a Whitney Barbetti book. I will say when I got into it and saw that The Weight of Life centered around Mila I was a bit apprehensive. She wasn't my favorite person when I met her in the Bleeding Hearts duet (you don't have to read that to follow this). But oh how sweet a thing redemption is especially when there is a sexy accent thrown in the mix.
I was hooked from the first chapter. That opening alone grabbed me by the throat and didn't let go. Mila's pain radiated off of her but when her eyes connected with Ames's it was as if Big Ben himself had stopped ticking. And then chaos. But from that chaos came something almost magical. A friendship of sorts.
Ames, sigh. I adored him. His pain and his dry dry dry sense of humor. They way he gave selflessly to his family and friends. The way he felt- so deeply and fully. Just like Mila. I loved how they embraced and accepted each other for all that they were and all that they weren't. They let each other have their sadness and joy with the memories of their past. And when Ames shared the story behind the ring....cue the weepy eyes.
From sangria to dancing, the relationship between Ames and Mila sparked something in them. Mila's joy and zest for life began to shine a little brighter and Ames's grief didn't seem so all-consuming. They both began to feel again. To live they way they wanted to again. With each bit of themselves that they shared, the expiration on their non-dates was getting closer. I was holding my breath waiting for one of them to admit their true feelings before it was too late...When dreams are put to the test and opinions are given, accusations fly. Feelings get hurt. Hopes are crushed and the clock strikes midnight on Ames and Mila's fairy tale.
Ugh my heart- I thought it would be ok. But this is Whitney Barbetti, I should've known better. I could feel Mila's passion and pain and joy flow through her like the River. But I honestly think my favorite thing about The Weight of Life is that while it was romance it wasn't forced down my throat or pushed loudly in my face. It was calm and steady and tender and such a sweet yet painful journey to be a part of. And it didn't hurt getting to catch up briefly with Trista and Jude, either. Fingers crossed to keep seeing more of this cast of characters in the future.
About the Author
I like nachos and champagne and clean sheets. I spend far too much time at Starbucks. I wrote a couple books
He Found Me ~ Ten Below Zero ~ He Saved Me ~ Into the Tomorrows ~ Back to Yesterday
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