“I hope you know what you’re doing. It’s a hard life.”

“Time traveling?”

He shakes his head, staring at the ropes in his weathered hands. “No,” he says. “Being the one who has to stay behind.”

FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS HOLY!!! Where did Elizabeth O’Roark come from and why aren’t more people talking about her?? She is BRILLIANT!!! I can’t handle the emotions I’m feeling right now. I need to take a breath. Wow. Just wow.

Okay, here we go. Deep breaths. I literally bit all my fingernails off reading this book. I’ve never been so stressed out. This is the sequel to Parallel, Nick and Quinn’s beautiful time-traveling romance. If the first book didn’t grab you by the heart, this one will, for sure.  We’ve already established that Quinn is a time-traveler. We know she has a brain tumor that continues to grow every time she accidentally travels backwards or forwards in time.  I say “accidentally” because she has no control over her power and it’s really depressing. It’s also terrifying to witness Nick watching the love of his life whither away and not be able to do anything to help her. 

At this point, Quinn left Jeff (her horrible ex-fiancé) and has officially committed to Nick. They still haven’t said “I Love You” which was 100% okay with me, because the more drawn out a romance is, the better (in my opinion). I mean, they eventually do say it, and it’s perfect in every way, but it’s not until waaaay later. We find out the name of the woman trying to kill Quinn…can’t spoil that for you guys though. IT IS SO GOOD. A total twist that you never saw coming. Ingenious writing.

“It’s actually going to end – for some reason, it didn’t seem real until now.“

O’Roark does a magnificent job of keeping us constantly on the edge of our seats. Will Quinn survive? When all this is over, will she and Nick still be together? Is it all worth it? I still have so many questions that weren’t answered. I’m so invested in this story, I wish I could sit down with O’Roark and go through it all with her. What drove her to write such a passionate, painful story? It ended…but I’m not quite sure how I feel. Isn’t that what true art is about though? You’re supposed to walk away thinking. You’re supposed to constantly be wondering, pondering what you just ingested. Our author achieved this and MUCH more. If I could give her a million stars and a standing ovation, I would. Nick and Quinn will live forever in my heart, this I’m sure of. Much like Elizabeth and Darcy, Katy and Briggs, and so many more…some stories are never over. 

She pulls the covers up to my chin and plants a kiss on my forehead. “You’ll jump,” she whispers, “on the day when you need it most.”