Review: The Brightest Sunset by Aly Martinez

The Brightest Sunset
(The Darkest Sunrise #2)
by Aly Martinez

Sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will never harm me.
Words destroyed me.
“I’m sorry. She didn’t make it.”
“Daddy, he can’t breathe!”
“There’s nothing more we can do for your son.”
Sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will never harm me.
Those syllables and letters became my executioner. I told myself that, if I didn’t acknowledge the pain and the fear, they would have no power over me. But, as the years passed, the hate and the anger left behind began to control me.
Two words—that was all it took to plunge my life into darkness.
“He’s gone.”
In the end, it was four soft, silky words that gave me hope of another sunrise.
“Hi. I’m Charlotte Mills.”

If you remember me bawling my eyes out during and after reading the first book in the duology, The Darkest Sunrise, I am happy to say that this second book basically made me cry a river and laughed like a hyena (yeah that’s the irony of it). It was an awesome experience being able to let it all out and still have a little laugh and appreciate the light and dark moments of the characters and be there with them as they struggled on how to cope with their complicated and compromising situation.

“You don’t love me!” His face crumbled, and his shoulders shook violently. “You love Lucas. And my mom, she just wanted me to replace her dead son, Travis. But my dad—my real dad—he’s the only one who ever wanted me!

In the continuation of the story, Travis Reese was now under the temporary protection of her birth mother after Charlotte and her family discovered the ugly truth about the boy’s abduction. Of course, Porter Reese was enraged and shocked and confused about all these, especially after his wife Catherine almost drove their son to his death by the lake. Now, even after Charlotte finally found her long lost son, she still wasn’t the one Travis sought for. It would always be Porter and no one else. Oh my heart broke into a million pieces for delicate Charlotte; no mom would ever want to be ignored or unacknowledged by her own son. Nor be told that she didn’t deserve to love him. I cried for Travis and Charlotte and Porter. I thought I wouldn’t be able to get through the book.

But soon, there’s the glimpse of light making its way at the end of the tunnel. Charlotte started growing some nerve and standing up for her right and honor. Charlotte defied all odds for her son and Porter. Charlotte became the mother I knew she was entitled to be. I liked how she eventually let the sunshine in her life and let it glow even through sunset. It was beautiful.

And Porter Reese.. how can I not love Porter Reese. This man got a big heart and he was everything I’d want in a book boyfriend/book husband. (Although Ian Somerhalder could really come in close). Porter stepped up and became the better man in the story. Better, wiser, bolder and definitely greater. He had his dark moments too, but he was awesome handling ’em. I could go on and on praising him, but I’d rather sit back and marvel at this man’s generosity.

Aly Martinez surprised me with her beautifully written story. I enjoyed reading this duet from beginning to end. The writing was intricately woven and sensationally depicted. This may have been a heavy read most of the time, but the satisfying thump of my heart and the tears of joy from my eyes made this book a momentous read I’d never forget.

Plus, there’s DanTDM (my sons’ favorite Minecraft Youtuber) and Ian Somerhalder in the story – so basically this was a win for me. Yay!!!

“There’s a man in your closet.”

Charlotte waved her off. “Nah. That’s just Ian. He’s harmless.”

I closed one eye, cupped a hand to my ear, and leaned toward her. “I’m sorry. Did you say Ian?”

“Yeah. Ian Somerhalder,” she answered like it wasn’t the most ludicrous thing I’d ever heard come out of her mouth.

“You have some guy named Ian in your closet?” I clarified, because really, what the hell else was there to say?

Well, now, now, if I could also have Ian Somerhalder all to myself, I’d certainly be like Charlotte, too – possessive and wouldn’t share him to the world, thus the closet is the best place to hide him. ‘Nuff said!


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