Dying . . . Dead . . . Deceased . . .
It doesn’t matter how many times I say it or how many different names I give it, it still means the same thing. One of these days I’ll be nothing but a passing memory, a familiar face in a forgotten photo. But there's three things I need before this life of mine ends . . . I need to tell him I love him more than life itself. I need to feel the strength of his arms wrapped around me just one more night. Most of all, I need him to forgive me. Eight years ago I broke the heart of the only man I’ve ever loved and today I’m moving home in hopes that he’ll let me put it back together. I’m not sure how many breaths I have left, but I’ll use each and every last one fighting for what I destroyed. My name is Laney Jacobs and this is my journey.
This story. This book. It's beautiful. It's a story of strength, survival, and second chances. As you can probably guess from the synopsis and title, this book touches on the subject of breast cancer. To me, this story became personal. I think to anyone who has been affected by breast cancer, whether it's you or a loved one, this book will resonate deeply.
Laney had a tough upbringing. She had to grow up way too fast, and when push came to shove, she made a decision that she regretted almost immediately. She walked away from her soul mate to pursue her dreams. How ever much she wanted to take it back, she couldn't. Fast forward 8 long years full of regret. She is ready to face Levi and win his trust and heart again. However, her days may be numbered since she was diagnosed with Stage 3 Breast Cancer.
After Laney ripped his heart out, Levi swore off relationships. He is never with a girl more than once. As much of a pull that he feels towards Laney, when he sees her again, he resists and avoids. He is afraid to let her back in; he can't go through that heartbreak again. Little does he know, if he does let her in, the loss could be a lot more traumatic than their previous break-up.
This book is so much more than a romance story. It is a love story. Love between siblings, friends, and lovers. Not to sound cliche, but you can really feel the love of the characters jumping off the page. As Laney goes through the hard journey of defeating cancer, she has a wonderful support system. I felt the characters' fear, determination, grief, strength, and love. The author did a wonderful job showing the struggle from both sides. I saw my mom in Laney. I saw her strength and determination to beat this horrible disease. I saw myself in her support system. I won't lie, this was difficult for me to read, but it was so beautifully written. K.L. Grayson captured the emotions that go hand in hand with this horrific disease.
Pretty Pink Ribbons is book two in the A Touch of Fate series. Book one, Where We Belong, is another well written book. The author is definitely a talented wordsmith. I will enthusiastically pick up any book by her.
“I wish it was someone else,” she croaks, swallowing hard. “There are thousands of bad people in the world, but it happened to you.” I watch her eyes fill with tears and then I look away. It’s pathetic of me really; that I’m unable to look my best friend in the face when it’s obvious that she is struggling with this almost as much as I am. But I’ve cried my fair share of tears and although I’m certain my tear ducts have yet to dry up, I don’t want to cry tonight. Somehow I know that if I watch Mia break, then I’ll shatter right along with her. “I’m glad it’s me.” She gasps, startled by my words, and I rush to try and explain. “If it wasn’t me, it would be someone else, and I would never wish this upon someone else. You know that saying that God will only give you what you can handle?” She nods. “Sometimes I tell myself that he just thinks I’m really strong and I can handle it, whereas someone else couldn’t.” “Does that help?” she asks. “Does that make you feel better about it?” “No, but it eases my mind. Sometimes when I’m having a good day, it brings me peace, however temporary it may be. But no, it doesn’t make me feel better.” “Peace,” she whispers, seemingly trying the word on for size. “I want you to have peace.”
K.L. Grayson resides in a small town outside of St. Louis, MO. She is entertained daily by her extraordinary husband, who will forever inspire every good quality she writes in a man. Her entire life rests in the palms of six dirty little hands, and when the day is over and those pint-sized cherubs have been washed and tucked into bed, you can find her typing away furiously on her computer. She has a love for alpha-males, brownies, reading, tattoos, sunglasses, and happy endings…and not particularly in that order.