She is pretty and talented – sweet sixteen and never been kissed. He is seventeen; gorgeous and on the brink of a bright future. And now they have fallen in love. But… they are brother and sister.
Seventeen-year-old Lochan and sixteen-year-old Maya have always felt more like friends than siblings. Together they have stepped in for their alcoholic, wayward mother to take care of their three younger siblings. As defacto parents to the little ones, Lochan and Maya have had to grow up fast. And the stress of their lives—and the way they understand each other so completely—has also also brought them closer than two siblings would ordinarily be. So close, in fact, that they have fallen in love. Their clandestine romance quickly blooms into deep, desperate love. They know their relationship is wrong and cannot possibly continue. And yet, they cannot stop what feels so incredibly right. As the novel careens toward an explosive and shocking finale, only one thing is certain: a love this devastating has no happy ending.
A word of caution: This book is not for the faint of heart.
When I read the summary for this story, I was willing to try it out but I was afraid that it would be hard for me to get through, for seemingly obvious reasons. And it was an incredible struggle to read.
But not for the reason you would expect.
You want to talk about broken feels? I don’t even know how to be after reading this. There is always a place in readers’ hearts for the love story that has everything in the world working against it, and sometimes there are even obstacles of fantastical and paranormal and just ASTRONOMICAL standards fighting against a couple. But a relationship of this magnitude?
It doesn’t even cross people’s minds.
That’s how taboo it is. Because no one would ever think it would ever be possible! So while there are those stories where I find it incredible that the couple can beat the odds and fight in defense of their love, this one takes the cake. And no, I’m not saying after reading this I’m all for incestuous relationships. At all.
Because I don’t really think that’s what this story’s about.
To me it was more than the fact that they’re siblings–it’s that they share the one type of bond that will never be accepted and would be actively persecuted and prosecuted, but even that couldn’t stop them. It was about the possible depth of love and both the pain and joy that can come from it. Because honestly?
There were times I even forgot they were related at all and I just felt for them, as if they were in any other kind of relationship.
And that ending? Pretty freaking devastating. I only felt like I was going to die a thousand soul-crushing deaths. I’m still torn up about it. It shouldn’t have ended like that. They deserved so much better than what happened to them. And on top of the pain I feel for Lochan and Maya, the devastation that I know their little siblings Kit, Tiffin and Willa went through is more than heartbreaking.
*groans in frustration*
Were there uncomfortable moments? Uh, yeah. But you know what far outweighed those? The whole rest of the bleeping book. Tabitha Suzuma, you are a master at twisting my mind and manipulating my feels.