Monday, August 31, 2020

REVIEW: Drive by Kate Stewart


Drive scooped out my insides and left me hollow; I honestly still feel a little hollow now that it's all over which is weird because I was fine with how it ended. I mean it's a romance and there's an HEA but it felt like I was tormented by the love story all the way to the end and so when I got there I was still all achy and shit. I'm actually still feeling all achy and shit because this love story just fucked me up and I'm not quite ready to let it go. I feel like there's more of their story to tell--though I'm fairly certain by the way Kate Stewart ended it that it's over, I guess I can hope that one of the secondary characters gets to have a story and I can spy on the other characters that way. 

I absolutely love that Kate Stewart made a love story whose protagonist is just like many of us--a huge fan of music--and gave her a storyline that was beautiful and complicated and captured how many of us connect with music and lyrics, how we feel it down to our bones, how we love the back story of a band as much as we love what they show us. I found Stella's plight to be so relatable and heartbreaking and heartwarming that I could not look away from it. 

I absolutely love this novel and I hope that everyone I know who loves music and love stories as much as I do reads it.



Music . . . the heart’s greatest librarian.

The average song is three and a half minutes long; those three and a half minutes could lead to a slow blink, a glimpse of the past, or catapult the soul into heart-shattering nostalgia.

At the height of my career, I had the life I wanted, the life I’d always envisioned. I’d found my tempo, my rhythm. Then I received a phone call that left me off key.

You see, my favorite songs had a way of playing simultaneously. I was in love with one man’s beats and another’s lyrics. But when it came to the soundtrack of a life, how could anyone choose a favorite song? So, to erase any doubt, I ditched my first-class ticket and decided to take a drive, fixed on the rearview.

Two days.

One playlist.

And the long road home to the man who was waiting for me.

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