Series: Standalone Novel
Published by Self Published on 10/13/16
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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It’s crazy how fast the buzz comes back after you’ve been sober for so long.
Whiskey stood there, on my doorstep, just like he had one year before. Except this time, there was no rain, no anger, no wedding invitation — it was just us.
It was just him — the old friend, the easy smile, the twisted solace wrapped in a glittering bottle.
It was just me — the alcoholic, pretending like I didn’t want to taste him, realizing too quickly that months of being clean didn’t make me crave him any less.
But we can’t start here.
No, to tell this story right, we need to go back.
Back to the beginning.
Back to the very first drop.
This is my love letter to Whiskey. I only hope he reads it.
This book OWNED me. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. It’s got those “Thoughtless” feels–angsty, full of longing and yearning and achy, sweet, and intoxicating feels. I couldn’t put it down. I obsessively turned the pages. It hurt so damn good. An addiction you cannot quit. I got drunk off the feels of it, off the characters, the writing, the angst, all of it. To say I’m obsessed would be putting it lightly. A Love Letter to Whiskey is one of my most FAVORITE reads EVER.
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6 “There Is Nothing Better Than This” Stars!
That is what A Love Letter to Whiskey is. It is an emotionally charged read that is so well written it will blow your mind. Still, weeks after finishing, I cannot put into words what I went through reading this book. Painful, exquisite, soul stealing, raw, turbulent, honest, a guaranteed book hangover. It consumes you. From the first sentence, to the very last word, it’s down right intoxicating. I was drunk on feels. I had the book buzz of ALL book buzzes. I couldn’t function.
This book leaves you feeling obsessive. You can’t stop thinking about it. You can’t stop running scenes through your head. The story is all-consuming. And for this only being my second Kandi Steiner read, I am now hooked on her. I want to read EVERY BOOK she writes. I can’t get over it. I can’t get over the level of angst and, most importantly, the way this book made me feel.
For those of you who follow me, you know that I am a reader who is addicted to “feelssssss!” I mention them ALL the time. They are important to me. When I look for books to recommend to you, I am desperate to find the ones that pull major emotional responses.
I want the novels that make me feel.
Books that make me fall in love and break my heart at the same time.
I want to look back on the story and SEE IT. Like a movie. A vivid picture.
I want to recall the moments, the emotions, the way the characters looked at each other, the way the heartbreak felt when it happened.
I want to be utterly dominated by the way I felt when I was reading that book.
And I can say, without a shadow of a doubt, that A Love Letter to Whiskey IS THAT BOOK. I will remember it, call on it, and recommend it for years and years to come.
It is THAT phenomenal.
And you know… if I could compare the feels in this novel to any one book it would be “Thoughtless.” A Love Letter to Whiskey’s story is completely it’s own, but the emotions it drew out of me were so similar to Thoughtless. The push and pull, the yearning, that deep, aching pain when you are longing for someone… AHHHHHH. Raw! Painful. It really is.
This novel had me aching. It was the sweetest, most delicious torture that demands you listen. I can’t describe how lost I was in Whiskey. And I also, can’t even express how much Jamie and B owned and destroyed me as a reader. I connect to both of them. And never once did I get angry at these characters. Frustrated, yes. Angry and bitter, no. They were so honest, so raw and real. So authentically flawed. This story was magnificent. I cannot say that enough times.
Also, I went into A Love Letter to Whiskey COMPLETELY BLIND. The only thing I knew before reading was that it was a “timing is never right” story and I had also read the absolute kick ass synopsis. But I stayed away from reviews. I needed to go into the novel without having other peoples thoughts in my head. And I think you need to do the same thing. This story is an EXPERIENCE. It’s something that I would HATE to see ruined for you. I want you to hop on the roller coaster ride and live the twists and turns like it is happening to you.
Overall, I would call this a high-angst thrill ride that does not let up. It grips you by the heart and holds on until it owns you completely. It’s merciless and real, from start to finish. So well written, so perfectly paced, and brimming with emotion. Really… just an intoxicating tale of two people who can’t seem to get on the same page.
I would recommend A Love Letter to Whiskey to EVERYONE. It’s a TOP 2016 read for me. In fact, I would put it up there with my TOP 3 reads, Say You’ll Stay, Swear on This Life, and The Silent Waters. A Love Letter to Whiskey fits right in there. ALL THE WAY at the top. I wish I could give it more than 5 stars because simply put, it’s a masterpiece for angst lovers.
About the Author
Kandi Steiner is a Creative Writing and Advertising/Public Relations graduate from the University of Central Florida living in Tampa with her husband. Kandi works full time as a social media specialist, but also works part time as a Zumba fitness instructor and blackjack dealer.
Kandi started writing back in the 4th grade after reading the first Harry Potter installment. In 6th grade, she wrote and edited her own newspaper and distributed to her classmates. Eventually, the principal caught on and the newspaper was quickly halted, though Kandi tried fighting for her “freedom of press.” She took particular interest in writing romance after college, as she has always been a die hard hopeless romantic (like most girls brought up on Disney movies).
When Kandi isn’t working or writing, you can find her reading books of all kinds, talking with her extremely vocal cat, and spending time with her friends and family. She enjoys beach days, movie marathons, live music, craft beer and sweet wine – not necessarily in that order.