I’m not particularly fond
of the cover for this book. It’s fine, I guess. It’s not really all that
different from the other covers by this author or for that matter a slew of
other authors. Choose a stock image of two guys that were likely never in the
same room together, overlay the images so it might appear as if the were
together, choose a color palette, add a descending fade to blend the rough
edges on the images, and pick a fancy font coordinating the color to your
palette. Voila! There is an almost formulaic generic consistency to the covers
that makes me want to dismiss the content.
Sierra Riley is one of
those authors I wanted to dismiss based on the cover of her books. Sometimes I
get over myself just enough to follow through, as I did with this story. Forget
the cover, because there is something decidedly beautiful about Daniel and
Matt, even when they lacerate each other as a circumstance of living in the world;
they are operating in some twisted fight or flight, where the latter means the
blood they spill might only be their own.
Daniel and Matt move
together and pull apart like a dance beautifully composed with words. There’s a
line towards the end of this book. I’ll paraphrase to avoid spoilers, it’s
about how love is about the people in the relationship and that is how it
should be. These two fragile men, slightly bowed but never broken came so close
to letting the world ruin them, but they didn’t.
If this were just a love
story, it would be fine. There’s nothing wrong with a love story. How many times do I have to confess that I’m
a sucker for a love story? Here Sierra Riley takes oration to a whole new
level. Interwoven into the narrative are the soliloquy of words that up the
ante on exposition.
So as I was writing this
review I went in search of the proper pronoun to reference the author and I
came across all this hoopla. I generally miss all the gossip and get it
subsequently. And I want to call it a meaningless hullabaloo, mostly because I
like the word hullabaloo. One author
or ten, who cares—writing individually or collectively, a support system seems
like a smart way to get things done.
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