”Even if I fall, it’s worth it.”
This may seem like a contradictory statement, but I have never been more enthralled in reading a book that’s steeped in a cesspool of sadness.
Brooke Covington’s brother is a murderer. One year ago, he confessed to murdering his best friend Calvin. The ramifications of his act are nothing short of horrific to Brooke and her family. They are falling apart at the seams within and living in a small town makes the shocking nature of his crime unbearable. There are whispers, stares, rumors, and people who they love and trust that flee in the wake of the murder and ensuing trial. Still picking up the pieces a year later, Brooke only has her best friend Maggie and ice skating to keep her going. Just when things are starting to look tentatively peaceful in her life, she runs into Heath, Calvin’s younger brother. What happens next surprises them both as they start to spend more time together and find they have a lot more in common than they think. But there are still things that are left unsaid between Brooke and her family, Brooke and Heath, and the account of what really happened the night Jason murdered Calvin.
Like I said before, this book is basically one giant cesspool of sadness and despair. The moments of hope and lighthearted moments are few and far between. Let me repeat-- this is not a happy book. Don’t be reading this book if you’re looking for sunshine and unicorns and rainbows. This is a This Is Us level of sadness book.
And yet despite that, I was absolutely addicted to this story.
There was just something so compelling about Brooke, her circumstances, and her story. This was something unlike anything I’ve read before in terms of a young adult novel (the only other comparison being I Hunt Killers). The author did an exceptional job showing the ramifications of a crime and the people they leave behind. A lot of stories that cover a crime are dedicated to the victim, which is how it rightfully should be. However, I often wonder about the family of the suspect and how they deal with crimes of this magnitude- how they wrap their brain around the fact that their family member who they thought they knew so well, inside and out, could do such a thing. No family member wants to believe that one of their own- the sibling they played with, the child they had a hand in creating- could do something horrific or inflict such pain on others. The author captured all those feelings and more in a way that was not demoralizing or exploitative.
I loved Brooke’s friendship with Maggie, with moments between those two containing many of the few lighthearted moments in this book. Maggie is confident, happy, and sure of herself- qualities the old Brooke probably had. I loved how fiercely loyal she was to Brooke even when their relationship was sorely tested towards the end.
Brooke and Heath’s relationship is very unconventional and a little bit predictable. You know they’re going to get close and you know they’re going to fall in love. It’s the YA algorithm. However, to my great relief it wasn’t instalove. Nowhere near it. Their relationship had a lot of ups and downs. Comparing it to a roller coaster would be a disservice in describing their relationship. But at the same time, it was never meant to be easy. Hell, Brooke and Heath shouldn’t even be friends, according to what society dictates. I mean, her brother murdered his brother. That’s a total taboo no-no. And yet I found myself rooting for them. They’ve both been through so much that some part of me just wanted them to be happy. To move away from that crappy little town in Texas and make something of themselves- together. I think most readers will as well.
In her moving portrayal of grief, moving on, and coming to terms with the aftermath of a truly horrific event, Abigail John has managed to write a fiercely sensitive and heartbreaking story that still manages to find glimmers of hope yet to come. Keep two boxes of tissues next to you at all times, because you will definitely need them.