Mariana Zapata is the Queen of the Slow Burn, and this book was no exception.
In fact, this book is VERY slow burn and what some might call super – super – slow in the extreme, but I personally love it.
Zapata authored one of my favorite books of ALL time, The Wall of Winnipeg, and if you haven’t read that book yet, I encourage you check out my review on it and then read said masterpiece ASAP.
No, seriously, go read (or re-read) that review really quick so I don’t have to repeat myself.
I’ll wait here.
Perfect, well done.
As I said in that other review (literally – I’m copy and pasting this in here because
lazy efficient), it’s almost like you have to earn it in Zapata’s books. And, like anything in life, the things you earn are the things you appreciate the most. And you seriously appreciate this love story by the time you get to end.
I will say that this book doesn’t reach the pinnacles of Winnipeg for me – but alas, I doubt anything ever will – but it was still an enjoyable read. Again, it might be too slow for some people (even some Zapata fans) as it’s probably the slowest one by her I’ve ever read, but I still dug it.
I personally love Zapata’s character driven meandering. The small visual details and nuanced characterizations you get in a Zapata book are, in my opinion, worth every paragraph.