Dear Priscilla (because I've met you and I feel like we can be on first-name basis),
There are authors who absolutely kill it when in the way they can write billionaires. There are authors who excel at rock-stars, while others manage to make bikers very appealing. There are authors who write books that tear your heart out and leave you manic for days. And then there are authors who write these realistic, simple, consuming, love stories that stick with us for days -- this is you.
I adored Danny. I laughed when he made jokes. I wanted to smack him when he was an ass. I cried when he his heart shattered.
I didn't hate Leah. At no point did I want to strangle her. At moments I felt pity towards her, but if she was standing beside me, she would have told me to quit it. She was the perfect amount of hopeful and realist mixed together.
I didn't finish Coming Home with a need to throw my ereader against a wall. I didn't have a breakdown because it was over. Instead, I felt calmness spread throughout knowing that this was how it was supposed to be.
You have this way of weaving the characters into our lives and then leaving us thinking about every aspect of their story for days. You write the best kind of unadulterated love.
Keep doing what you're doing!
DISCLAIMER: I was provided with an ARC in exchange for an honest review. These thoughts are my own, and you have every right to disagree with them.