A Love Letter to Whiskey

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ / 5 stars

I have been a Kandi fan for several years and I have had ALLTW on my Kindle for just as long but for some reason I couldn't bring myself to read it. I knew it was going to gut me and in true #AngstQueen fashion it did, but the burn wasn't quite as bad as I feared and in the end I was left with a warm, smooth finish.

If you aren't a fan of angst and can't stand to be in almost constant turmoil I encourage you to find another read. But if you love your heart in a vice knowing that an HEA is coming, then curl up with a whiskey neat and dive into this love story for the ages.

I wanted to bring in the New Year with a bang and A Love Letter to Whiskey delivered.

"Sometimes we’re more terrified of the good things in life than we are of the bad. We feel we don’t deserve them, or that they aren’t real, that they’ll disappear quickly and easily and we’ll be left in the ruins."

"I read romance because it’s fun to fall in love. And with romance books, I get to do it over and over. I get to be different types of lovers, I get to feel the heartbreak of love and the successes. Love is the most powerful and real emotion we feel, and I think it’s sort of magical that we can experience some of the greatest loves of all time through books."

“What would you do if everything you had planned for your future went up in flames and there was nothing you could do about it?...It was wrong and right and I wished I’d never started yet I never wanted to stop. Loving Jamie was the sickest and sweetest oxymoron.” “I didn’t coin the nickname Whiskey until much later, but it was that moment that I saw it for the first time—those were whiskey eyes. The kind of eyes you get lost in. The kind that drink you in……They were a darker, deeper brown, shaded with bad intentions.” Whiskey is like Jamie’s spirit drink; he’s practically whiskey on legs. The color of his hair, his eyes, the way he smells. “Each type of alcohol affects you in a different way. Jamie was whiskey, that much I was sure of. I couldn’t deny the way he burned, the way his taste lingered. Still, no one warned me that once a whiskey girl, always a whiskey girl…Ethan was like rum. He was sweet and fun, like a fruity cocktail on the beach. He said all the right things, took me to the right places, gave me the right gifts on holidays we celebrated together. For all intents and purposes, he was a perfectly fine libation. But I didn’t get drunk off rum the same way I did off Whiskey.” “All I knew was that I couldn’t enjoy the spicy sweetness of rum if I was drinking it while still staring at a neat glass of Whiskey…That was the night I realized that no matter how easy it seemed to be to form a long-standing relationship with Whiskey, the truth was that it wasn’t simple at all, not even a little bit. He asked me for two things: tonight, and one day. But one day never came…It took too long for me to realize I’d dropped that beautiful bottle of whiskey. Too long to realize I’d broken it. By the time I figured it out, too long turned to too late, and I remembered all-too-well the other way Whiskey can burn.” “But that’s the thing about whiskey, isn’t it? It’s strong, to the very last drop.” Kandi Steiner’s A Love Letter to Whiskey is “like riding a magical unicorn down a rainbow road.”

6 stars!!!!!