A Love Letter To Whiskey by Kandi Steiner Review

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5 Smooches

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Synopsis

It’s crazy how fast the buzz comes back after you’ve been sober for so long.

Whiskey stood there, on my doorstep, just like he had one year before. Except this time, there was no rain, no anger, no wedding invitation — it was just us.

It was just him — the old friend, the easy smile, the twisted solace wrapped in a glittering bottle.

It was just me — the alcoholic, pretending like I didn’t want to taste him, realizing too quickly that months of being clean didn’t make me crave him any less.

But we can’t start here.

No, to tell this story right, we need to go back.

Back to the beginning.

Back to the very first drop.

This is my love letter to Whiskey. I only hope he reads it.

Review

‘I saw him first, but it didn’t matter. Because he saw her.’

OMG! What did I just read. I started A Love Letter To Whiskey last night and didn’t stop till the last page. I was sleep deprived and tired but there was absolutely no way I could put this beautifully epic book down.

‘This was Jamie, the boy I used to ride around town with, the boy who called me his best friend. And suddenly he was the world’s biggest prick.’

You know that feeling you get deep in your stomach after an elevator drop. That is exactly how I felt while reading most of this book but instead of a normal elevator it was the Tower Of Terror and instead of this being a bad thing it was the best feeling possible. I was gutted and pained but I loved every moment of it.

‘Jamie was whiskey, that much I was sure of. I couldn’t deny the way he burned, the way his taste lingered. Still, no one warned me that once a whiskey girl, always a whiskey girl.’

B and Whiskey’s relationship is never really a relationship. Its non stop hurt and turmoil but it is also non stop beauty and love. I fell for them as teenagers and desperately prayed for them to figure it all out even though I knew from the beginning that the odds were stacked against them. My heart ached for these two who never seemed to be on the same page at the same time and yet I was unable to stop reading in hopes that I would soon get to a part where even if just for a day there moments would align and they would give into what is so clear they both want. It was desperate and pained but it was beautiful and epic too.

‘He asked me for two things: tonight, and one day. But one day never came.’

Kandi has completely outdone herself and set the bar high for angst filled romances.

~miranda