This story tells the “star-crossed” romance of Rachel and Andy, who first meet in a hospital as kids, reunite as teenagers doing a Habitat for Humanity-esque project, and then they date off and on through their adult lives. Eventually they break up for usual young fool reasons. She marries a fellow Jew and settles down with kids and then he cheats on her. He dates a model, wins an Olympic gold medal, takes up doping when he starts to get older and loses everything, while dealing with finding out the truth about his missing father. Will they reconnect again for good someday? Yeah, most likely.
The story cuts back and forth between various snippets of the two’s lives, with Rachel told in a more immediate first person and Andy in a distant third. This book reminded me of why I vastly prefer first person to third person narration because it is just plain hard to get into third when you’re not in the person’s head and are watching them from afar. I rather wish the author had just written Andy in first person as well, in a differing voice from Rachel’s. It probably doesn’t help much that he’s not a super talker.
I wanted to love this because this is usually the sort of thing I love, but I just didn’t feel that passionately about either character or their love. I kinda breezed through it at jury duty and was all, “eh….” It’s okay but I wasn’t blown away either. Three stars.