53 Letters For My Lover- Leylah Attar

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This is not your typical love story.
It’s not so black and white. Lines are crossed.
Walls are smashed. Good becomes bad.
Bad becomes very, very good.

Shayda Hijazi—the perfect wife, the perfect mother, the perfect daughter. For thirty-three years, she has played by the rules, swallowing secrets, burying dreams and doing whatever it takes to anchor her family. Shayda Hijazi is about to come face to face with the one thing that can rip it all apart, the one thing her heart has always been denied: Love.

Troy Heathgate—untamed, exhilarating, dangerous—a man who does exactly as he pleases. Life bends to his will. Until he comes across the one thing he would give it all up for, but can never have.

Born on the same day in opposite corners of the world, their lives collide. And nothing is ever the same again.

Spanning three decades, 53 Letters for My Lover is a fiercely sensual, emotional ride to the heart of an epic, forbidden love that defies it all—an intimate exploration of love, loyalty, passion, betrayal, and the human journey for hope, happiness and redemption.

Release Date: 17th June, 2014.

6-star

What I think?

H.O.L.Y W.O.W.

This book is by far one of my favorites. And that is not even taking into consideration the story or the plot. The writing. Man the writing. I was positively drunk on the story and high on the words. The language was like ecstasy to my chaotic literary mind.

So to the story..

Shayda, the protagonist, is one of those characters who sacrifices everything for the family, even her own happiness and satisfaction. At least until Troy walks in. Troy is a multimillionaire womanizer, who was in love with Shayda. Has been for a long long time.

Only problem?

She was married. To another man. With 2 kids.

Shayda and Troy have a very coincidental relationship. It seems as if Fate is hell bent on them meeting, and even more hell bent on keeping them apart. What was magical here, or if you so want to see it as, the cruelty here, it was that their relationship spanned almost two decades before they finally came together.

Shayda was married to a good Persian man, Hafez. He was a loving father and even though he was away most of the times, he was faithful to her. He had his own demons that kept Shayda at bay. He never let her enter and never showed her anything. And despite that, Shayda loved him for survivng and living with his demons.

But affection only goes so far.

When love comes crashing in, she is helpless as she is dragged underwater, screaming and thrashing. She fights her attraction to Troy, knowing it’s only physical, knowing how she is betraying her marriage. Yet she is helpless to fall for the man who accepts her for the woman she was, and not a woman of perfection.

“I’ve crossed oceans and countries and continents. That was the easy part. But sitting here before Troy Heathgate now, I’m teetering on a knife’s edge between honor and disgrace.”

They have problems, as it comes with having an affair. She doesn’t want anyone to know about it, for the fear of tearing her family apart, and therefore has to see Troy be a general asshole as he parades women (trying to make her jealous?) in front of her. But they learn to deal with it, because with love like that, nothing else matters.

“It’s not perfect, this thing between us, like trying to bring the two circles of our lives together, and living in the small, tight space where they intersect, everything else pushed to the circumference, until we step back inside our very different, very separate orbs.”

Then things happen. When her son almost dies she blames herself for being absent, and ends it with Troy. Years later, they cross path again, and from then on, there is no stopping them. She accepts what he is to her, she accepts that she loves and even when cancer strikes, they were together, he held her, and never faltered. That was what I loved the most about Troy. His dedication to Shayda, and determination to make her his.

“His arms go around my waist, pulling me closer. I feel his shoulders quake. Quick, short, soundless heaves. Of helplessness. Of being unable to protect someone you love.”

Shayda grows so much as a character. She goes from being a woman who was beaten down by life, from someone with no wings, to flying. Her time with Troy set her free of her past. A past that tied her to someone who she wasn’t truly. And Troy was there to support her in each step of hers. They were possessive and understanding of each other, and their feelings for each other really shone in everything they did. They are most definitely one of my favorite book couples.

To say the story was beautiful would be a gross understatement. This story was an entire life written down. Emotions, feelings, breaths, loves, tears, past, present.. everything that makes up a life made up this story, and Miss Attar made it come alive. I did not thing it got better than The Paper Swan, but man was I wrong. Her writing here was downright phenomenal.

“The silver cross is worn from years of sitting in the nook between his collarbones. Every wooden bead is like a memory of us, round and whole, but pierced through the middle. At night I count on the beads.”

There is nothing more to say about this book. It is a journey across ages, the story in this book splinters time..

“I feel like I’ve made my journey, like I’ve come a thousand long, impossible miles, but now I can fly free and weightless, disappearing where breaths go, where so many souls have gone before.”

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About The Author:

Leylah Attar writes stories about love – shaken, stirred and served with a twist. When she’s not writing, she can be found pursuing her other passions: photography, food, family and travel. Sometimes she disappears into the black hole of the internet, but can usually be enticed out with chocolate.

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