Published by Show n'ot Tell Publishing on June 18th, 2015
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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Ellie AbelaÔÇÖs life has been anything but easy. Tragedy follows her where ever she goes, and sheÔÇÖs been a lot of places. At twenty sheÔÇÖs lived in over ten different states, all because of her dadÔÇÖs career in medical research. His career is just another list of the causes of tragedies in ElÔÇÖs life. HeÔÇÖs dying, and with every breath he takes closer to Heaven, Ellie dies a little bit inside too. At twelve she lost her mom in a drunk driving accident, and in a matter of months she fears sheÔÇÖll lose the last person she has in the world to cancer.
While EllieÔÇÖs life has been rife with sadness, Trent WentworthÔÇÖs has been a challenge. A drug-addicted mom and a dead-beat dad meant at twenty three he was the adoptive father of his two year old sister. Now at twenty five heÔÇÖs working his way up the corporate ladder and a struggling single parent. Each is searching for a cure to the things in their lives dragging them down.
Not all cures are black and white; not all cures save usÔÇôand sometimes saving isnÔÇÖt what we need. Sometimes we just need to realize how lucky we are to be alive, at least for this moment.
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Bittersweet. ItÔÇÖs the one word that captures the essence of Cassandra GiovanniÔÇÖs latest novel, Finding the Cure . The story centers on Ellie Abela, a young women who has endured a heavy loss in her life, and itÔÇÖs not over. And she knows this to the core of her being. The story begins with this thought; what worse, knowing a time frame for death or the death of a loved one and embracing it, or not knowing, which is everyday reality. This isnÔÇÖt a feeling or thought that is easy to deliberate. By opening the story with this, which is described beautifully, I was drawn in and well on my way to a tear filled read. Make no mistake, it is a story filled with hope, and itÔÇÖs a compelling and emotional read that easily earned a 5 star rating and recommendation!
As IÔÇÖve come to expect from CassandraÔÇÖs books, the writing is flawless. We get the story from EllieÔÇÖs perspective in a first person POV. Being in her head, we see the vast range of emotions that she goes through, sometimes on a minute by minute basis. WhatÔÇÖs more, we feel it, we feel the emotional drain and the toll it takes on her heart. She knows she needs to find some happy to counteract her near perpetual state of sorrow, but she experiences the unavoidable guilt that goes with moving forward. SheÔÇÖs not psychologically damaged and she is ready for this to change, but as with anyone losing someone that is a part of their very being (family or friend), there is a sort of survivor’s guilt. Questions as to ÔÇ£why them and not me?ÔÇØ and ÔÇ£how am I gonna survive this?ÔÇØ.
Without going into the story too much, Ellie is a college student with a small circle of acquaintances. SheÔÇÖs a bit withdrawn but when she meets Trent Wentworth, a young man who works at a local bookstore that she frequents, she finds herself giving in to a date with Trent and opening up. As their bond develops EllieÔÇÖs life begins to transform. Other star characters are Allie, Trent’s young sister and his only family, and at the heart of the story, EllieÔÇÖs father Paul. The isolation that’s been both self imposed and wrought out of necessity, begins to dissolve and the 2 families meld.
Cassandra is one of those writers that I have followed and been devoted to since I read her book Love Exactly in 2014 (review) . She writes across genres and this she does very well. I can either clearly picture a character’s actions and/or I feel their emotions intensely. Cassandra also tackles tough subjects and has never disappointed in how she explores them. Not everyone will react as I did to the story, but I found myself in tears often throughout the last forty percent of the book; some were happy, some were sad, really sad. But sometimes we need a good cry and so with that said, I highly recommend this book!
~Review by Cyndi
I wrapped my fingers around the steering wheel, and it squeaked with the pressure as my knuckles turned white. The sound echoed through the car as my grip continued to tighten. I used to wonder if it was harder to know you’re going to die, or just dying without the ability to say goodbye. The tears began to stream down my face as I sped down the highway. The guardrails were just silver blurs as I hammered the gas.
I shouldn’t have wondered it. My life was cruel punishment for the thought. The question should’ve been what’s harder, never getting to say goodbye or knowing that every breath could be goodbye?
My chin trembled as my eyes fell to the speedometer.
I was going too fast.
The highway was too straight; a never ending path in front of me that I wanted to drive on until I fell off the edge of the Earth.
I already had, hadn’t I?
My eyes lashes fluttered, the drops of tears weighing them down.
Never getting to say goodbye.
I knew that evil. God, did I know that evil. The look on Dad’s face as the phone slipped from his hands, the words forming at his lips never reaching my ears.
I read them.
I knew them.
The shock hit my body, and I desperately wanted to feel something–anything besides the rolling waves of pain. That numbness weighted down my limbs as the physical ache coursed through my veins. The anger and pain crushed down on me until my chest was so tight I couldn’t breath. Then I had Dad– he was always there, despite his own pain. His warmth overtook the shocking cold of loss. He broke the edges that hardened on my soul.
Knowing that every breath could be goodbye.
That was now.
I lifted my foot off the gas, letting the car slow until I pulled over and stopped. My head dipped between my shoulders as my chest heaved with a sob. I let my hands drop to my lap, red lines marking them where my skin had met too tightly with itself. The tears puddled in my palms.
I knew he was going to die. There was nothing that could stop it. I had to watch it. The pillar of strength when Mom died was withering into nothing in front of my eyes. The numbness that hit me when Mom died was a constant part of my life; it never left. I had just gotten better at hiding it. The chains around what was left of my heart tightened with each passing day. Each day meant there was one less breath. Who would save me now?
My eyes rose to the black sky above me.
There was no cure for Dad.
┬á┬á┬á┬á┬á┬á┬á┬á┬á┬áThere was no cure for me.
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