In Forever & Always by Jasinda Wilder, Caden and Ever are just teenagers when they meet briefly at an exclusive art camp in Michigan. At the end of the camp they decide to become pen pals (as in actually write letters to each other not email). They spend the next several years writing to each other, telling each other their heartaches and hopes. Finally a tragedy sends Cade to Ever’s dorm in search of comfort. What blossoms between them is a passionate love made stronger by all of the years they wrote to each other.
This book is another book that I selected to read in preparation to attend Penned Con 2014 in St. Louis. I had seen the author being reviewed on various blogs and friends talking about her. I always made a mental note that I would keep an eye out for a deal on her books. I am officially kicking myself for being cheap and not reading her sooner.
First of all, the blurb for this book doesn’t do it justice. I assumed it would be nothing but letters back and forth between the two characters. While there is some of that the reader also gets actual storytelling in addition to the letters. The letters simply add to the emotional elements of the book.
This book took me on an emotional rollar coaster. I cried for Cade, who experiences way too much tragedy in his young life. I was angry along with Ever when she discovered her first boyfriend was not what he appeared to be. The ending of the book literally had me staring at my Kindle in disbelief.
I would definitely recommend this to anyone who loves a good story, especially one where you feel the emotions of the characters. Readers who like a little spice will enjoy the love scenes that had me turning up my AC. Be warned though: once you start this book be prepared to loose sleep because you won’t want to put it down.
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About The Book:
These letters are often all that get me through week to week. Even if it’s just random stuff, nothing important, they’re important to me. Gramps is great, and I love working on the ranch. But…I’m lonely. I feel disconnected, like I’m no one, like I don’t belong anywhere. Like I’m just here until something else happens. I don’t even know what I want with my future. But your letters, they make me feel connected to something, to someone. I had a crush on you, when we first met. I thought you were beautiful. So beautiful. It was hard to think of anything else. Then camp ended and we never got together, and now all I have of you is these letters. S**t. I just told you I have a crush on you. HAD. Had a crush. Not sure what is anymore. A letter-crush? A literary love? That’s stupid. Sorry. I just have this rule with myself that I never throw away what I write and I always send it, so hopefully this doesn’t weird you out too much. I had a dream about you too. Same kind of thing. Us, in the darkness, together. Just us. And it was like you said, a memory turned into a dream, but a memory of something that’s never happened, but in the dream it felt so real, and it was more, I don’t even know, more RIGHT than anything I’ve ever felt, in life or in dreams. I wonder what it means that we both had the same dream about each other. Maybe nothing, maybe everything. You tell me.
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We’re pen pals. Maybe that’s all we’ll ever be. I don’t know. If we met IRL (in real life, in case you’re not familiar with the term) what would happen? And just FYI, the term you used, a literary love? It was beautiful. So beautiful. That term means something, between us now. We are literary loves. Lovers? I do love you, in some strange way. Knowing about you, in these letters, knowing your hurt and your joys, it means something so important to me, that I just can’t describe. I need your art, and your letters, and your literary love. If we never have anything else between us, I need this. I do. Maybe this letter will only complicate things, but like you I have a rule that I never erase or throw away what I’ve written and I always send it, no matter what I write in the letter.
Your literary love,