Kristie J’s review of The Air He Breathes by Brittainy C. Cherry
Contemporary Romance published by BCherry Books 25 Sep 15
This is a bit of an older book. It came up as rec due to some of the other books I’ve been reading lately. I checked the storyline, which was pretty sketchy, and some reviews were very good. So I thought I’d give it a read. And, wowzers, what an emotional read it was!
Tristan Cole has a bad reputation. He’s mean and slovenly, not unlike a junkyard dog, and has removed himself from all friends and family. But there is a reason why he is the way he is; he just keeps it to himself. The reader knows fairly early why he is the way he is, and right off the bat we are on his side. He’s lost everything he once held dear and is as close to dead as one can come and yet still function. It’s the only way he knows to deal with his pain. But then he meets his new neighbour, Elizabet,h and her little girl, Emma. They are newly returned to town and slowly, so very slowly, they bring Tristan back to the land of the living once again. You see, he lost his wife, whom he dearly loved, and his young son in an automobile accident. Elizabeth lost her husband and her daughter’s father in an accident also, so they have a tragic bond right away. At first it’s only a physical relationship, one of just filling a basic need, but as they slowly begin to heal from their own losses, their bond grows deeper and into love.
This is such a heartrending and beautiful story. It’s kind of hard to put into words how deeply affecting it is. The book is so well written and it’s so easy to feel like you are there, feeling their pain, but especially Tristan’s. You feel his walls slowly fall and how smitten he’s becoming with Emma, even though he doesn’t want to.
I highly recommend this book for the ‘love heals broken hearts’ feel of the book. It’s good, really good.
Grade: A
Summary:
I was warned about Tristan Cole.
“Stay away from him,” people said.
“He’s cruel.”
“He’s cold.”
“He’s damaged.”It’s easy to judge a man because of his past. To look at Tristan and see a monster.
But I couldn’t do that. I had to accept the wreckage that lived inside of him because it also lived inside of me.
We were both empty.
We were both looking for something else. Something more.
We both wanted to put together the shattered pieces of our yesterdays.Then perhaps we could finally remember how to breathe.
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