- "Wow, what an inspiring, touching and romantic tale. This story is a beautiful, emotional ride that leads you from past to present to past then present all while tickling your senses into the future!" - Lisa Jane (book blogger)
- "Becky Wicks' description of Thailand is both beautiful and tragic. It's so easy to get lost in the beautiful scenery and culture of Thailand and feel the lost when the wave hit part of it." - BlackPlume book blog
- "Isla and Ben's relationship is such a struggle and a soulful experience that you cannot help but feel totally involved in it." - This Wacky Momma Book Reviews
From the Inside Flap
'I can't stop thinking about how your real nameis Isla,' I tell her as we walk onto the beach in front of our huts, drop tothe sand and gaze out at the glistening ocean. Her head rests on my shoulderand the hair that's come loose from her braids tickles my face.
'You're an island, Izzy,' I say. I say it outloud because I was thinking it, just now at Lawan's when I was watching hermouth move, the scars shining like rivers on her arms in the lamplight. 'You rose abovethe waves to survive.'
'I never thought about that before.' She trails afinger through the sand. 'Everyone always says I'm one of the lucky ones, but Ialways wondered why I was left out. Why did I survive when so many other peopledied?'
'Tell me about it.' I rest my head on hers. 'Weboth kind of died in it and lived at the same time, I think.'
'You've lived more than me,' she snaps back, almostangrily. 'Being alive is everything, Ben. It's all that matters - the now. Ifeel like I've been wasting my life so far! I don't want to go back to that job,or London.'
Her head springs up and her eyes shoot up tomine. Something in her gaze draws me in again, right down those damn corridorsinto a place I always get lost. I know what she's thinking though, and mystomach knots till my breath shortens and I have to tear my eyes away. She'sthinking this is the start of something and it's my fault. The thought is likea fork in a toaster, shooting out warning sparks now, not the good kind. Whatam I doing, with Izzy of all people?
Don't think about it.
She puts her hand to my cheek, turning me backto her. 'You OK?'
'I'm OK,' I tell her quickly, 'just having ahard time believing this is all happening.'
'Maybe it was supposed to,' she says, shufflingaround to sit in front of me, cross-legged, covered in sand. 'Isn't that whatyou said, at the waterfall?'
'I don't know, Izzy.' I say it under my breath.Her eyebrows knit together but in a second I'm kissing the doubt away, willingthe thoughts to stop colliding in my brain; the ones that scream how right sheis, and this is, and the ones that scream this has to stop. I pull her backwith me. She's in my head and my heart and my soul but I'll hurt her, like Ihurt everyone. How could I not, in the end?
Don't think about it.
I kiss her harder and her arms wrap around metill she's on top of me on the sand and I'm swimming in the ocean of her, andnot the thoughts that try to drown me every time I get my head above the water
She's good for you.
But Ben. She doesn't know the half ofwhat you know.