This book was such an emotional journey. From the very beginning, I was heartbroken—and completely hooked.

We meet Noah, a 38-year-old music journalist, who’s clearly struggling to keep it together. He’s hosting a special party for his boyfriend Joel, but then the police show up, and everything falls apart. What follows is a deeply emotional grief story as Noah tries to rebuild his life without Joel.

The story doesn’t hold back, especially when Joel’s uber-religious sister shows up. She’s vile and homophobic, and her presence just piles onto Noah’s struggles. Can we talk for a moment about her crazy request for splitting Joel's ashes. Noah’s response was brilliant—I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. It was such a perfect moment. Still, just as Noah seems to be moving forward—ten months later, working on a book deal—everything falls apart again.

Then there’s Lovesong, a 27-year-old musician with incredible talent despite some major personal losses. His backstory is so compelling—raised by a preacher with seriously warped views, he’s had to overcome so much. When he and Noah meet for the first time, though? Let’s just say it’s not exactly friendly. Noah’s grief and anger come flooding out, making their initial interactions tense and messy.

Watching Lovesong and Noah slowly find understanding and connection was just beautiful.

And the ending? Where Joel’s ashes end up? Absolutely perfect. It was such a poignant and fitting conclusion.

If you loved A Boy Called Rainbow, you have to read this one. It’s just as stunning, and I can’t recommend them both enough!