Lily hasn’t always had it easy, but that’s never stopped her from working hard for the life she wants. She’s come a long way from the small town in Maine where she grew up—she graduated from college, moved to Boston, and started her own business. So when she feels a spark with a gorgeous neurosurgeon named Ryle Kincaid, everything in Lily’s life suddenly seems almost too good to be true.
Ryle is assertive, stubborn, maybe even a little arrogant. He’s also sensitive, brilliant, and has a total soft spot for Lily. And the way he looks in scrubs certainly doesn’t hurt. Lily can’t get him out of her head. But Ryle’s complete aversion to relationships is disturbing. Even as Lily finds herself becoming the exception to his “no dating” rule, she can’t help but wonder what made him that way in the first place.
As questions about her new relationship overwhelm her, so do thoughts of Atlas Corrigan—her first love and a link to the past she left behind. He was her kindred spirit, her protector. When Atlas suddenly reappears, everything Lily has built with Ryle is threatened.
I’m ready to talk about this.
It took a long time to finally say it—to finally open up because I was scared. I know, it seems silly to be fearing over a book, but it isn’t. This book touched home. I felt suddenly paralysed over the words that were spread across the pages. Countless moments of pain, anger, frustration, and love. As much as we want to hide the truth, to give people the notion of a perfect cookie-cutter love story; sometimes, life doesn’t work that way. No matter how much we want to show people that we are “okay”—yet it isn’t. I had the honour to read It Ends With Us, the story that has given a voice to the countless souls who want to be heard. A story that shows that even a perfect life isn’t always what is crack up to be.
A broken home to her, yet the world saw something different. Lily had a father that saw rage than love. She saw numerous times her mother struggle with her father’s out-of-control manner. Yet, she told herself she’d never be like her. She’d never fall under the trap of a love like that, so sick and twisted. As much as she hated her mother for it, she felt sorry. Life continued and she tried to distance herself from her family. One day, she had lost her father and she didn’t feel any ounce of remorse for him.
She was glad he was gone.
She was glad he will never touch her mother ever again.
The book starts at the edge of a cliff of her life. Her father’s funeral. She ran away to the nearest place she could find. To be able to breathe. Watching the city from the top of the roof of an apartment, she was interrupted by Ryle. A boy who would leave an imprint in her life. Their connection, it’s that fire that every single one of us wants. Right off the bat, you feel it. You can taste the desire that both of them had—and I won’t lie he’s beautiful and dreamy. He was the boy that when he looked at you, you felt like you were the only one in the room. That feeling is so tender and it gave me shiver because I can still remember the description of his eyes and the way he showcase himself. How settle and soft, yet mysterious. The sudden goosebumps, yeah Ryle did that to you. Even though her life was complicated, he just made her feel—loved.
As she tried to cope with everything that was going on, she reflected back on her life. She looked at her “old journals” of the life she feared. I loved the fact that Colleen was so creative when it came to the journals. They felt real. They felt like I was Lily expressing all the pain and suffering she had to see. This is when we are introduced to Atlas. He was the boy that she tried to save, when she needed saving. His heart–it crushed me. I felt embarrassed because I wanted to help but I fear if someone would say something. It was weird because I felt like it was real. He was living in an abandon home, so Lily being the big heart—made sure she could protect him. Made sure even though her life was unsettling, her selflessness wanted him to be happy. I guess, even if we had terrible things occurring, we somehow still want to help others in need.
Now, I am going to leave it up to here. I’m not going to go in depth of plot because if I do, it will all come out as a word-vomit. I love Coho too much to ruin this story for others. But I want to explain how every word felt like it was tattooed on my heart. I felt every possible emotion that someone can endure. When Colleen expressed certain things, my tears was like a river—uncontrollable (unless you build me a dam filled with tissues—I would have stopped). It was a subject that seems to always be quiet, yet this story was placed on the table.
With the heroine—Lily, she has to be one of my all-time favourite characters because it’s simple. I felt she was real. Completely. I felt like I could call her up and get her to give me advice. Some may be in differ but I truly respect this woman and for what she had to deal with. I think I have a hundred stickies’ of all my favourite and powerful moments that Lily had conquer.
This felt like taking a crisped fresh breath of air in romance. Usually romance has been crafted to be a certain mould that allows our brain to conjure the conclusion. Not this one. Not at all. In fact, I had no inkling as to where the characters were leading me too. It felt like walking into the forest with no survival guide. This is what caused the blindside.
“Lily, life is a funny thing. We only get so many years to live it, so we have to do everything we can to make sure those years are as full as they can be. We shouldn’t waste time on things that might happen someday, or maybe even never.”
That quote stuck to me like glue. I know, that seems cheesy but that’s the truth. It was the message that was behind it that truly hit the nerve. I have that written on a posted note and left it at my desk because somehow it helps. There was many quotes that were beautifully crafted but that one—it just stayed with me.
So prepare yourself. This story you will not regret. I will say, I’ve read pretty much all of Coho’s books but this was something completely out of nowhere.