As I got closer to the end, my nervousness grew to a point where I didn't know how I would be able to handle if these two sweet people were not able to be together. The reason why is because the silly little things were simply that - little details which didn't detract from the greater story.Īll of my time spent reading this particular story felt like time worth investing. I was able to overlook a pretentious name like Bennett Cooper (the names by themselves are fine, but together it looks douchey), or to even skip right over a mention of a borrowed pencil feeling like a connection worth mentioning. This was a love story in its purest form, and I fell hard for the telling of it. There were no love triangles, no extra helpings of cheese, no simpering heroines, no annoying tendencies. Maybe there was nothing extra-special about the writing or the story, but the simplicity is most likely what appealed to me the most. It was just what I'd been looking for in YA/NA contemporaries ever since reading Anna and the French Kiss, but hadn't been able to find. We're separated by this distance plus seventeen years.įunny thing is, I wasn't a huge fan of Time Traveler's Wife, yet I still loved Time Between Us. If only we were separated by this distance. If you put The Time Traveler's Wife, The Lake House, and The Butterfly Effect into a blender with an extra helping of sweetness, you'd come out with something similar to Time Between Us.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |