✰ 3 stars ✰
“But it must still be possible to love and be loved back in equal measure. It has to be.
Because why else is that love put in your heart, if not to find expression? And why else do we carry on, if not to try again?”
In the years that followed after the tragedy that shook the MacKenzie family gives us a glimpse into what kind of people Jackson's older siblings, Robin and Ruby grew up to be and the challenges that they faced. It's both a reflective and hard-hitting personal look into their different personalities and lifestyles, while still being able to capture how deep their sibling bond connects themselves to one another. There were parts that stood out for me and parts that bored me - parts that were written well, parts that didn't quite land right. But, what stood at the center of it all was the depiction of how seven years later, Robin and Ruby's lives have been severely challenged by the passage of time.
“So here it is again, that eternal resemblance, the way her life will always reflect his, not only on her face, but beneath that, too, in the knowledge that they share.”
It is a touching portrayal of a family affected by grief and the results of said grief; how their lives went down paths they weren't expecting, but somehow, ended up at this point that was also something they were not prepared for. The story alternates between Robin and Ruby's perspective, which was something different than the first book, but somehow, befitting. For while the author takes us in the heady whirlwind of sex and drugs and the swagger of lust and love, there is still the wrinkle of hope that there is a silver lining through all the anger, the rage, and frustration. 🙏🏻🙏🏻 Their personalities are vastly different, and yet, they are entwined by that common ground of trying to find their place in this world - what does it mean to be Robin and Ruby and who in their lives they want to share themselves with?
“What has been lost, and why, and what part of it is his fault? It is a moment of infinite disorientation:
There is pain that he thinks he has caused, and pain that he thinks was thrust upon him, but he can’t tell one from the other.”
Since I bid adieu to Robin at the bus stop seven years ago, it was comforting, and strangely rewarding. It hasn't exactly been smooth sailing for him since then - exploiting himself in the rigors of casual sex, thwarted by his lingering attachments to those two young men who awoke his desires. 'When you’ve been told your whole life that you’re good looking, it’s easy to doubt that anyone values anything else about you. Good looks get attention, but not all attention is a good thing.' 😢 But it was an enlightening and heartening moment seeing him try to make some semblance of a life for himself with his best friend, George, getting the layout of how he finds life in Philadelphia, while struggling between staying here or pursuing his career in theater abroad.
What always resonates with me in this author's style of writing is the honesty in the voice of his characters; that no matter how crude or harsh, it's Robin talking - Robin feeling - Robin emoting - Robin expressing his inner thoughts and desires with such candor or fervor that it becomes almost second nature to be inside his mind. ' It’s his own heart that’s been injured, again and again, sometimes cleaved by rejection, sometimes smothered by silence.' The nature of his past sexual endeavors still lingers over him as a cloud, and being the 80s, it's a tough and rough subject for him - the prevalent fear of AIDS washing over every next impromptu move. 😥 George was the voice of reason - the stable hand, the guiding touch for Robin, when he felt lost and abandoned. 'He’s changed; they’ve changed each other. Peter is back there somewhere, turning into the past, and George is right here at his side, as he’s been all along.' Having him by his side, watching him shoulder through heartache and troubling thoughts was a welcome comfort for him - especially, when it came to helping out Ruby. 🥹
“It was unfair, how the sun cast the same light on the good as it did on the bad, on kind people as well as cruel.
She still finds herself wishing for cosmic justice—if there is a God, why doesn’t he punish those who truly deserve it?”
I didn't realize how pivotal a part Ruby's presence in Robin's life had been till I read the story from her perspective; how I didn't acknowledge that her life, as well, had changed drastically. Her story was wild and disoriented, but held together by her crippling hope to have something to hold onto. It was inhibitions lost and desire unleashed that led Robin in her pursuit, and thankfully, exactly at the moment she needed him. It was a bit jarring at times, but the author captured the intensity of the college lifestyle with a brazen and bold look that felt realistic to me. 👍🏻
I'm a big fan of the 80s vibe, the rush of life, those catchy tunes, the zest for not knowing what fate awaited the youth - for both sides of the spectrum, so to speak. And even as she spiraled, she was learning and accepting things about herself - things that she had closed off for so long. '— but rather it’s the fact that their lives seem, for the first time ever, to be made up of the same material. Maybe separate from each other, but at least parallel, which is something.' 🥺 Much like the moment that changed their lives, this almost intervention-like experience was cathartic to both of them - both at the next step in their respective journeys and for them to have to collide in this manner - was perhaps, the best thing that they could have hoped for.
“And he wants to bow his head again, because what he wishes for, hopes for, even prays for, if that’s what this is, is not forgiveness, not for the past, but courage, for what comes next.”
For, in the end, it all comes down to family - returning to that familial setting that was their home for years - the place of memories that linger and can't be forgotten. How some guilty actions and some unresolved feelings still haunt both of them and perhaps, needed to be addressed to clear the air and their hearts. ❤️🩹❤️🩹 'Not a prayer for his brother, dead and gone, but a wish for himself and his sister, to find a way out of the past, once and for all. To find forgiveness.' It's that critical moment in your life, when you didn't quite expect your life to end up here; but, now that you're here - do something about it. All the little details that highlight their relationship with their parents were subtly done, but enough for me to see how they've all felt the brunt of time. 😔
I won't deny that I didn't quite get that same emotional impact that resonated within me from this sequeL.But, it was a very character-driven read - one where these siblings were searching for a way to achieve this closure of a happiness with someone that would give them: stability, trustworthiness, sexual safety.' 🤍And despite how both their attempts failed at the first chance, it doesn't mean that it will always be that way. I also appreciated getting to see where these characters ended up and how the trajectory of their lives was an emotional upheaval they all endured. They're trying to make the most of what they have - struggling and learning what it is not that life expects of them - rather, what they expect from it. 😥
The final few chapters are really where the emotions hit and I felt the weight of everything crash upon me, as well. How Robin finally had a chance to think and reflect - something, that in his hasty efforts to chase the next person to fall into bed with, to blind himself to his developing feelings for his best friends, and to cover up the guilt of the past that he has not yet forgiven himself for - that I could finally feel the power of the words really shine. 🤌🏻🤌🏻 He and his sister were always close, and just knowing that Robin dropped everything to come and check up on her shows how much they mean to each other - despite how judgmental they can be of each other. 'When someone goes missing, you either search for her, or you wait it out. The idea of a “search” is hard to pull into focus. But the waiting is unbearable.' Their lives have been messy, their personalities even more erratic - but, when it mattered - they were still family - they still cared and trusted in the bond that they shared with each other. 🫂
Strangely enough, I'm still tempted to try out more books by K.M Soehnlein; perhaps, there is much to be desired from the writing, but the ideas that appeal to me are there. And the writing can be so evocative at times - 'the ocean is perpetual, and the tides, and drowning. But so is love, and desire' - that it feels impossible to turn away. 😔 If they could only, somehow, be channeled into something a bit more promising with a lot more to take away with, then I might just have a winner on my hands one of these days.