This is not a romance.
I hate it when people say a book that is quite clearly a romance is not a romance. It seems disingenuous. But damn I wish someone had told me this about Pages for Her before I read it. It is about the experience of love, the fascination, obsession, passion, longing, loss, and heartache, rather than romance.
It took me forever to finish this book and predictably I have mixed feelings about it, as I did about the first book.
This book is a character study. Normally I enjoy that. Reading is all about the characters for me. I can do without much plot if the characters are engaging, loveable, relatable, and real. The characters here - Anne Arden and Flannery Jansen (such gorgeous names btw) - are extremely well drawn. Perhaps too well drawn. There is little room left for excitement or passion or romance. It's all slices of life and rumination. It's not comfortable and sweet but it's true and tough.
I found much about this book that I loved. The author is sharp. She can pinpoint and explain succinctly moments that you have experienced in your own life and never thought to examine more closely. She has a way with words too. As in the prequel to this book, the writing is rich and lovely, descriptive and exact.
She explores the poignancy of small moments and truths. Like Flannery realizing her daughter would have a different view on life because her father was present, unlike Flannery's. Or Anne saying, if only to herself, that she didn't want a child, not because she disliked children but because she would care too much about one, that it would be too hard. Or Charles passive aggressively managing his wife. *cringe* Or Flannery knowing her love for her daughter Willa was of the same strength as her love for Anne had been in the past.
In fact, motherhood in particular and other familial relations play a large part in the story. Wife/husband, mother/daughter, and sister/sister relationships are all central to the narrative. I very much related to Flannery's journey as a mother. Being taken by surprise with a feeling that is much like falling in love, in its purest form. Truly loving someone more than yourself. Feeling that the loss of them would be the end of you. Also her tie to Charles was relatable, that they made a person together, which holds a power that can't be denied, even if they didn't love each other romantically anymore.
I also related to Anne, to how she lost a love that meant everything to her and how she tried to make sense of it, tried to move on and recover. I heard once that any loss or major change brings grief and it's true. It has to be worked through.
I even related to Jasper, to being on the other side of a break-up, not wanting to hurt someone who you love but who don't want to be with anymore. I related to him seeking solace in a church and its power, even as he was not sure if he believed in it.
The addition of Anne's POV was a plus in this book that the first one lacked. In Pages for You, Anne was the unattainable lover, someone you could only ever partially know or have. She was Flannery's but never completely and you felt it from page one. She was older, wiser, more confident, sexier, self-assured.
Pages for Her does address this point. Anne and Flannery were not ready for each other the first time. There was an imbalance between them. Lovers have to be ready and accepting of mutual love. They need to be in the same place emotionally or it doesn't work. Flannery was too young, too inexperienced and searching, the first time, and Anne did not want to be her everything.
So all of that is poignant and worthy of reading, but you need to know what you're getting into. The wait for their romance is long and it feels rather slight in the end, compared to everything that came before. You get distinct, thorough POVs but they become so separate that they never really merge, even when Anne and Flannery finally acknowledge how they feel. There is no intimacy or relief in the reunion, at least for me as a reader.
You are always on the outside with these two, observing, and ultimately it just feels too analytical. After two books you want to feel it more. Hell, you want THEM to feel it more.
A quote I liked: "Throughout her life Flannery would find that in writing she had occasional access to wisdom or perceptions that eluded her when she spoke aloud."