Honestly, I had an abundance of issues with this book. So much so that as someone who has never written a review before, I felt compelled to pen this today. I simply needed to unburden myself to someone about it.
Ironically, the murder that was supposed to be the focal point of this book isn't even among the numerous problems I had with the story.
I initially loathed this book. I despised Cam with a passion. If he were a real person, I wouldn't hesitate to run him over with a large truck, multiple times, and then set the remaining corpse on fire. (FBI, please don't arrest me, I'm completely sane, I promise).
Privileged, pretty-boy Cameron Macdonald desires to travel the world. However, his globetrotting comes to an abrupt end when his father passes away, leaving him with real-world responsibilities. (Truly, how dare he?).
And so, Cam returns home to become the police chief and the leader of their small Scottish clan. He marries an old classmate who adores him and has a comfortable, loving life.
How sad? (Guys, don't you feel bad for little Cammy? No? Good).
Then enters Mia, a world-worn, travel-hardened girl who has never known love. This girl randomly pops up in town one day, walks into a flower shop, and begins working...
(Signs of lunacy be like). And no explanation was ever given as to how she just appeared.
The owner of the flower shop, Allie, Cam's wife, hires her and even invites her to stay at their place for a few days. Cam, who comes over to the flower shop, sees Mia, and cartoon hearts pop through his eyes. He realizes that Mia is the missing piece of his soul.
(A soul, which, if you ask me, possibly didn't even exist in him).
At this point, I knew how the story would unfold, so I became a rather unreliable narrator as I skipped chunks of the book. Mia and Cameron's relationship disgusted me.
Buying his wife a glass painting that reminded him of Mia's eyes...AS PENANCE..(Say it with me..what the FUCKKK).
Giving Allie a "Happy Valentine's Day, dad" card, and then sleeping with Mia in their house the second Allie left. The way he's so gentle with Mia but tries to practically kill Allie.
Cameron is a whole new way of spelling asshole.
And Allie frustrated me throughout the entire story. (I was practically screaming, "Leave him." from my rooftop. Yes, I pity my neighbors too).
So, when she finally came to her rage and anger, I loved loved loved her villain arc. Her selling all his clothes in a garage sale, shattering that picture, throwing Cam to the couch, and ignoring him. It was such good character growth, and her annoying pushover-ness finally disappeared. Understandably, when she took him back, I nearly tore the book to pieces.
Interwoven with this story is Jamie's (much more interesting) story.
Jamie Macdonald, who killed his wife and brought the body to this town, hoping the laird, Cameron, his cousin, would show him some mercy. Jamie Macdonald, who loved his wife so much that he was willing to kill her to end her pain from terminal cancer.
I loved the snippets of Maggie and Jamie's story. However, for most of the story, it felt like the euthanasia story, the actual story of mercy, was taking a backseat to Cameron's teenage hormonal idiocy.
So, to put it simply, I didn't like this book. At all.
So why two stars? Why even write a review at all?
Because the more I thought about it, I realized I had been looking at this book all wrong.
This wasn't some fairytale book of happy endings. It was based quite loosely on real life. An exaggerated version of couples we know in our own lives.
If you go into this book expecting romance, love, and poems from windowsills, you'll be sorely disappointed. If you expected a criminal mastermind, detective story with good twists and a thrilling court case, again, this would not be what you're looking for. If you wanted a scientific, compelling book on euthanasia, this book would quite frankly disappoint you because it doesn't delve into the issue properly at all.
Instead, this book is about reality. It's about what Jamie tells Allie, that in a relationship, one person will always love more.
"Then you're the one." Allie blinked at him. "The one what?" "The one who loves more."... "You know it's never fifty-fifty in a marriage. It's always seventy-thirty, or sixty-forty. Someone falls in love first. Someone always puts someone else up on a pedestal. Someone works very hard to keep things rolling smoothly; someone else sails along for the ride."
Maggie, Saint Maggie as she is called in one part of the book, didn't love Jamie as much as he loved her. Because, yes, Maggie was in pain, Maggie was suffering, but her decision to get Jamie to kill her, knowing that Jamie, who worshipped the ground she walked on, wouldn't say no if she asked, was quite frankly selfish.
Maggie dies, at home, in the arms of the person she loves, and Jamie is left to deal with the consequences. Jamie is left to contend with the cold reality of court, the possible future of prison, and the label "murderer". Jamie is left alone.
Cameron didn't love Allie as much as she loved him. The ease with which he began a relationship with Mia. The way he snaps at Allie, dismisses her, and blames his problems on the comfortability and regularity of their marriage.
Mia's parents, they loved her but not as much as she loved them. Loved her enough to compliment her garden and watch her work, but forgot her on a walk and left her alone.
So, the recurring pattern in the book is not quite unrequited love, but that love isn't distributed evenly.
And as much as I hate to admit it, this is true in the real world, away from perfect couples and fairies and pots of gold at the end of rainbows.
But, overall, this book disturbed me on so many levels... I think I'm going to be in quite a bit of a reading slump for a while.