My
monthly 1001 Dark Nights fix!
This year I made a few New Year’s resolutions. One, as you might know was that I intended to
experience a cocktail every month for the entire year – one that I had never
experienced before. I had every
intention of sticking to it, I mean how hard could it be? Really? It’s drinking. But as is the way with all such promises,
life and reality got in the way.
Cocktails are expensive! The
other was a promise to myself that I would review the monthly offering of the 1001
Dark Nights author. They are steamy,
romantic, sweet, and dark offerings so how hard could it be keeping that
resolution either. Hmmm. I find that, as usual, I have been a little
remiss in keeping my word, even if it was only to myself. So reality is not a monthly offering but either
a famine or a feast.
We’ve had the famine, so now the feast. I’ve just posted one, now here is another.
This is only the second book I have read of Christopher
Rice’s. I loved the first. I love this more. Why I don’t own everything he’s ever written
I don’t know. Not enough time in the day
I guess, but I’m determined to make him a regular in my growing kindle library.
Dance of Desire is the tragic story of death, of how it
changed the course of history, changed the promise of young love to something
taboo; forbidden. Having to bury deep
the burgeoning attraction they have only moments previously found for each
other to become brother and sister has damned the promise of young loves
fulfilment between family friends Amber and Caleb.
They are left angry, hurt and desperate. They are forced into a life never anticipated
and must accept it now as normality. It
seems to me, in their intention to honour Amber’s father in his decision to
keep his friend’s teenage son safe, every moment of their lives from that point
on was a futile dance of denial, and in that denial only obsession
blossomed. What might under other
circumstance have been relegated to little more than teenage hormones - a first
crush - through tragedy and longing became much, much more.
The story beneath Christopher’s pen, was a thing of beauty,
his words flowing with empathy and feeling, his descriptive phases conjuring
wonderful pictures in my mind, and the tragedy lightened with dashes of humour
that had me laughing out loud even as my heart bleed for them.
Christopher Rice doesn’t just tell people’s stories he
reveals their souls.
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Sydney Whyte
Rating Chart
«……………….A no goer
««……………Alright, but not a re-read
«««………..Liked it
««««…….Loved it
«««««…Amaze-balls – ticks all the boxes!!!