The secondary characters were also really great, especially Adamo- he was adorable. The best part about reading this was that unlike most other books, we were not once (let alone repeatedly) told that Kiara and Nino were "meant to be", yet it was written in a way that as a reader, I myself felt like it was all destined- meant to be. This whole story was love coupled with peace and that's something not easily found in most books. Nino and Kiara felt like they were made for each other, his patience his calm was exactly what Kiara needed IMO, Kiara was someone who could appreciate and love Nino for who he was without needing him to change.
This whole book was like that, in my opinion, a beautiful love story that doesn't need unnecessary drama or grand gestures to leave its mark on the reader.
Nino is described as the calm, the epitome of control.
But in the next moment, I also realized that the epilogue that I wished for had been embedded in the story from the very beginning - in Nino's consideration for Kiara, in his changing behavior- increasing tenderness and affection. I closed my eyes and let the music flow, wishing he could understand that this song encompassed everything I felt for him, everything I’d ever felt for him.When I finished the book, for a moment it felt like the ending was too abrupt what with the book ending just as Nino finally declares his love, like perhaps an epilogue, was required. Nino lowered himself beside me on the bench, but I didn’t stop playing. Nino approached me slowly, and as he did, Remo backed away a few steps but kept watching us. I touched my fingertips to the keys and began the song, a song that wasn’t just a string of notes but a gaping hole in my heart. He didn’t need comfort, or tenderness, or love… My chest tightened with relief and warmth, and I wanted to go to him and hug him, wanted to soothe him with words, give him comfort with my touch, but Nino wasn’t like that. Nino tore his eyes away from his brother and looked at me.
I couldn’t and would never be able to understand these two men. Perhaps Remo was the outlet for emotions Nino had locked behind impenetrable walls. Maybe Nino had become the cold flood against Remo’s raging inferno. Whatever had shaped them into ice and fire, it had also forged them together in a way that couldn’t be broken. His expression was the blank canvas I’d grown used to, but there was something haunted, something hunted in his gray eyes as he stared at Remo a look passed between the brothers that spoke of horrors I could not grasp, a look that made me realize that one brother could never be without the other. Nino was only in briefs, and yet there were layers over layers of barriers I could never bridge.
0 kommentar(er)
