I admit, the title snagged this cyclists
attention. However, the creation of an analogy which, although
unspoken, yet increasingly relevant, is not an easy feat for most
writers. Such things are too often either heavy handed or trite, and in
Rhavensfyre's case, the author managed to avoid the pitfalls and create
something that allows the reader to feel for herself, exactly in the
way that the reader interprets the story - uniquely, personally. No
leading by the nose, just quiet, beautiful plot development.
The chemistry between Olivia and Micah felt visceral, true, and absolutely reasonable. The exploration of the tension that most experience upon first recognizing desire and then trying to figure out how to act, captivated memory. More than the mere recognition of desire, but the insecurities at play when pursuing someone outside of assumed class/profession/circle, seemed spot on. Wonderfully developed through the internal dialogue of Olivia and Micah, the interplay between main characters and others within their varied circles, made me laugh, wistfully, remembering my own journeys. In order for a book to achieve such resonance in me, the plot had to be well crafted, enough that it seemed as though my own tale was being told.
The chemistry between Olivia and Micah felt visceral, true, and absolutely reasonable. The exploration of the tension that most experience upon first recognizing desire and then trying to figure out how to act, captivated memory. More than the mere recognition of desire, but the insecurities at play when pursuing someone outside of assumed class/profession/circle, seemed spot on. Wonderfully developed through the internal dialogue of Olivia and Micah, the interplay between main characters and others within their varied circles, made me laugh, wistfully, remembering my own journeys. In order for a book to achieve such resonance in me, the plot had to be well crafted, enough that it seemed as though my own tale was being told.
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