Title: Someone Else’s Love Story
Author: Joshilyn Jackson
Genre: Contemporary fiction
Publisher: William Morrow
Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
Source: ARC from the publisher
First line: I fell in love with William Ashe at gunpoint, in a Circle K.
Goodreads blurb: At twenty-one, Shandi Pierce is juggling finishing college, raising her delightful three-year-old genius son Natty, and keeping the peace between her eternally warring, long-divorced Catholic mother and Jewish father. She’s got enough complications without getting caught in the middle of a stick-up in a gas station mini-mart and falling in love with a great wall of a man named William Ashe, who willingly steps between the armed robber and her son.
Shandi doesn’t know that her blond god Thor has his own complications. When he looked down the barrel of that gun he believed it was destiny: It’s been one year to the day since a tragic act of physics shattered his universe. But William doesn’t define destiny the way other people do. A brilliant geneticist who believes in science and numbers, destiny to him is about choice.
Now, he and Shandi are about to meet their so-called destinies head on, in a funny, charming, and poignant novel about science and miracles, secrets and truths, faith and forgiveness,; about a virgin birth, a sacrifice, and a resurrection; about falling in love, and learning that things aren’t always what they seem—or what we hope they will be. It’s a novel about discovering what we want and ultimately finding what we need.
Oh, Joshilyn Jackson, how I love thee! Let me count the ways:
~ I love your words. I know you use the same words the rest of us do, but somehow, in your hands, they become something more than words, and they completely immerse me in the world of your book.
~ I love your people. I love that you can write about authentic, flawed women without making them weak and passive. I love that you can write about strong, honorable men without making them seem like cookie cutter figures. I love that when I closed this book, I found myself missing Shandi and William and Natty and Walcott.
~ I love your Southern sensibility. I have never been to the South, except for in fiction, and you make me want to go there, to visit it, to hear the cadences in the voices, to feel the warmth in the air, to taste the food, to experience the other-ness.
~ I love your voice. I usually make every effort to listen to you read your books on audio, but this time the pull of the ARC waiting on my to-read shelf was simply too strong to resist and I couldn’t wait. I discovered that I still heard your voice in my head as I read, and that made it almost as good as you reading it to me.
~ I love that I have more of your books in my future.