Published by Amazon Digital Services, Amazon Publishing on 7th August 2019
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Some things are easily forgiven. Other things… not so much.
Lenny DeMaio made herself a promise: she was done.
Done thinking about him.
Done worrying about him.
Done reaching out to a man who clearly didn’t want to be found.
Too bad no one gave Jonah Collins the memo.
‘The Best Thing’ took me a long, long time to get through—it’s a slow, slow burn and a slow, slow paced story of a second-chance sort of romance that could probably be halved. But would the emotional impact be the same? In essence, it’s just a long story of a woman who’s been abandoned at the worst time of her life by a man who’d just literally disappeared off the earth with no contact with anyone, leaving her to deal with the broken pieces of their relationship. Then he’s back, and ready to apologise and pick up the pieces again, but there’s suddenly an addition to think about and a huge obstacle to deal with before they can even get back to where they were.
Lenny DeMaio and Jonah Collins were more than decent characters, to be honest. In fact, Mariana Zapata has enough diversity and quirk in all her characters—their orientation, sensibilities and inclinations blend in a harmonious if odd way of seeing the world in a microcosm—that they aren’t boring to explore or read about, or even like by the end of it. Together, you get a mish-mash of angst, humour and oddities that shouldn’t go together, but they do.
But is it worth the excruciating length spanning 300+ pages? Probably not.
I understand Zapata’s love of the slow burn, really, I do. Where most tales are concluded at the 200+ pages mark, her books go on for a third more with repetitive lines and same-same inner monologues.
But I definitely do have a love/hate relationship with this method: there were parts I skimmed and knew I wouldn’t have missed a thing, but getting to the end was in and of itself a reward and a weird emotional zenith after all that build-up. That I was just happy to even finish this marathon read is perhaps a sign that I should (rightfully) continue eyeing Zapata’s long works with trepidation.