The blurb reads,
“When he asked me to forgive him for everything I thought I could. I said yes and I meant it. But I didn’t realise that night, everything was what he’d take away.”
When Billie May Worthington falls for Evan Skylark she believes she’d do anything, be anything and give everything for him. But can she forgive him when he asks for her world? Everything twenty one year old Billie knows about life, love, beauty and art are challenged after graduation when she meets Evan, an enigmatic Irish artist with a dark side. Suddenly immersed in Evan’s intense world of artistic brilliance, flying sculptures and sexual obsession, Billie’s carefully planned future is quickly unrecognisable.
Spanning London, Paris, Scotland and finally St. Cloud, the South Pacific island they make their home, the young couple chase Evans dreams and run from their past. But what happens to young obsessive love when unplanned pregnancy reshapes the future? As Billie struggles to cope with the demands of motherhood Evan is forced to deal with the repercussions of a previous mistake that rock their world altering the future forever.
Emotionally gripping and darkly humorous Skylark is an unconventional love story.
A novel about what we do for love, of beauty in imperfection, betrayal and the weight of obsession.
I can’t fathom what to do with this. This was such an emotional ride. I hate Evan for being a spineless bastard and I admire Billie for being the courageous woman she is. When I finished reading this book, I just sat for a while and held my head in my hands. What an emotional roller-coaster. And goodness knows how many houses saw a similar story going on every day, except with a different ending.
This book is a collection of tragedy and how not being able to handle stress or what not talking and drinking does to a relationship. I mean for god’s sake!! Talk to your wife.
This book also showed me the flip side of a marriage. Often marriages are glossed over everywhere! Romance is shown with rosy glasses, much like a 3D movie where you put on rose tinted glasses while you read, trapped in a world where the universe conspires to get the couple together. All the romances we tend to one click, those clean stories (or even the erotic ones) always seem to be so perfect. Everything will be fine. The husband loves the wife to bits and they have a happy family. There is a baby on the way and everyone is smiling. There is love in every corner of the house. It leaves the reader with a warm, fuzzy feeling in their heart.
But what about reality? What happens when you have a young woman grappling with taking care of two toddlers? What happens when a man cannot control his drinking and resorts to the harshest of steps to cope with his work?
We love reading fiction simply because it provides us an escape from what happens to us in our lives. Living in today’s world is tough. It is tough to live on minimum wage and to keep up with the bills and put up food on the table. When everyone is as stressed as they are, raising children is a difficult job.
Does that somehow mean that when we read fiction, we tend to romanticise real life? And hope that what happens in our books, and all those book boyfriends do, will happen to us in real life? How many of us entertain thoughts wishing that what happened in the books would happen to us in real life too?
Us humans are weak. People who get married and have kids too early are especially weak and vulnerable. It has become so fashionable these days, to have kids and to display them, much like jewellery. We forget those who came together to make these babies, and what impact that has on their life.
This book just showed me how important it is for every couple to TALK!!! Just talk. Whatever is on their minds. Good, bad, ugly, every small thing can be sorted out if it is brought out in the open. Your body isn’t a pressure cooker!
Also, the end simply infuriated me. The utter incapability of selfish assholes to appreciate the goodness in their lives astonishes me. [ I never ever ever endorse suicide and those bastards who commit suicide are selfish. SELFISH, SELF ABSORBED USELESS CHARACTERS. I detest Evan for doing what he did. GROW SOME BALLS AND FACE LIFE! I can’t help these intense thoughts but I can’t stop. Suicide is cheap. Suicide is selfish. And I hate Billie for trying to glorify it.
I admire the author for bringing out all these myriad thoughts and emotions out in the open. It is refreshing to see someone finally treat life as it is. A tad pessimistic. Not because it is, but because after reading the dozens of books that glorify it, a book taking us down a notch or two is required. So that we are simply grateful for everything that happens
If you do appreciate a rational thought process and would love to engage in a mental debate then this book is for you. It will sway your emotions. It really will. It will make you feel emotions you probably work very hard to tuck in. But get them out. Some gratitude is calling. Those hidden feelings you’ve buried need an outlet. And perhaps this book is just that.
My rating: 4.5/5