Broken by Megan Hart

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This novel is…ehm…I don’t know what to say. Usually, after reading a novel I would be either truly pissed because the story ends so bad or I would be utterly sated by the whole story, a happy ending for me. However, I feel like this novel left me hanging. I don’t know why. I just feel that there’s some unresolved matter in this novel that needs to be addressed. I mean, I love this novel. I think it’s very emotional and sensual but it seems like an unfinished business.

First of all, I really can relate to what Sadie is feeling. When you want something so bad your heart aches, yet you just can’t have it. What do you expect when all of a sudden your marriage, one that once was burning with passion and love, now turns into anger, resentment and grief? How do you cope with the whole situation? Dr. Sadie Danning is a strong, powerful woman, that’s not to be doubted. She has been struggling for about four years after her husband, Adam, got into an accident that resulted in a spinal cord injury. His body parts from shoulder below no longer function properly. Paralyzed. On top of that, he becomes grouchy, sentimental and grumpy. Not only does Sadie have a great physical burden of taking care of her husband 24/7 (she gets up every morning at 4 a.m, can you believe that?), she also has to deal with the emotional burden that keeps pounding her life relentlessly. Her husband can no longer make love to her, which really frustrates her. The relationship that used to be ignited with passion, lust, love, hunger, and pleasure has now torn apart. Plus, no one seems to really care about her anymore. She is definitely lost. Until she met Joe Wilder during one lunch time in a park. At first they were just two people hanging around, having lunch and just coexisting with each other. Then they got to know each other better. Mind you, they don’t share their present, just the things that happened in the past. It’s as if they’re two different people in a different world. Until one day Joe started to share about his sexual escapades. Things had never been the same since then. He tells his stories, she listens. On and on, over and over again they meet every month on the first Friday of each month.

Fast forward, two years later, Sadie wants to be a part of Joe’s story, so bad. But the guilt she feels holds her back. She feels like cheating on Adam. She is shattered. But what happen when one day Joe declares that he’s marrying one of the women of his stories? At the same time, Sadie has to cope with the loss of his husband. Will things be turned around for both Sadie and Joe? Will she finally be a part of Joe’s monthly stories? This novel takes us into a journey of a woman coping with life and marriage. If you ever think all you have is eternal, think back again. It takes a whole lot of effort and energy to create a crystal glass, but just a fraction of seconds to shatter it apart. What will you do if you were in the same situation? See, life is unpredictable. You live in the present. You can try to relive the past, but you can’t ever live the future without going through the present. That’s why you have to live your life with gratitude and don’t ever take anything, or anybody for that matter, for granted cause you’ll never know when you might lose them.

Anyway, aside from the emotional value this novel has, the sex is HAWT! Like, seriously H-O-T-T! yes it’s double t, bitches! LOL But my favorite one is the last one. Go, figure it out for yourself. I think that last scene was very emotional and truthful. I figure it’s how making love supposed to be. And it truly is rare to find romance novel authors who are able to catch those raw emotions and describe them into words. Fantastic job, Ms. Megan Hart! All in all, I loved this book. I wonder if the author plans to make a sequel to this novel. It would be perfect, in my opinion. And definitely seal the deal, finish the unfinished business. I want me some more hotness! Lol I truly recommend this novel for you all romance novel readers!

 

Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad nets

towards your oceanic eyes.

There in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens

and flames,

its arms turning like a drowning man’s.

I send out red signals across your absent eyes

that move like the sea near a lighthouse.

You keep only darkness, my distant female,

from your regard sometimes the coast of dread emerges.

Leaning into the afternoons I fling my sad nets

to that sea that beats on your marine eyes.

The birds of night peck at the first stars

that flash like my soul when I love you.

The night gallops on its shadowy mare

shedding blue tassels over the land.

~Leaning into the afternoons by Pablo Neruda

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