PoppyLove and war. Two words that should have little association, but to me the two go hand in hand. Both are a tragedy. They rip you open and spit you out. The war killed my husband, Connor, shattered my will to live, and took my best friend. Brandon may not have physically died in that war, but his soul did. And now we’re left to pick up the wreckage. Expected to move on when all that is left is the ruins of a life we once had.
War. It took everything from me, even myself. When you’re only able to exist, death seems like a blessing. Pain…a welcome distraction. I ran from everything associated with my past, and then she found me, fighting, drowning myself in whisky, trying to forget. She reminds me of Connor, of what I’ve lost—what we’ve lost. In the midst of destruction, she’s a salvation I don’t deserve.
I shouldn’t love him.
I shouldn’t love her.
Love is a war we never should have fought.
A Review of WAR POPPY by Nicole Lynne
(L.P. Lovell and Stevie J. Cole)
Breathless. Gut-wrenching. Emotional. Hauntingly beautiful. It has been several days since I finished reading War Poppy and I have not completely recovered from my book hangover. L.P. Lovell and Stevie J. Cole have created a masterpiece. This is a departure from their typical writing, but I could not be more proud of what they created. Their writing styles complement one another, and the complexity of the characters gives a depth to this read that leaves a lasting memory.
“They say the people who are left behind are the ones who suffer the most when it comes to death and ain’t that the truth?”
War Poppy sheds light on the devastation war can bring, on the struggles soldiers face and the demons that plague their minds and the images that simply become too much. How each person deals with the aftermath of the war they witness and the trauma they experience is all different, but the story of PTSD that is captured in War Poppy gives an insight into the daily struggles. And yet, war takes its toll on more than those who serve. The ones left behind face their own demons, their own hurt, and their own personal hell.
In this case, Brandon and Poppy find themselves left behind after the death of Connor—their best friend and the husband to Poppy. They find themselves dependent on one another, seeking the comfort each finds from the other. But can the broken really help with healing?
“The broken taking care of the broken. What a pitiful mess we are.”
Brandon stole my heart, rendering me speechless many times throughout this read. A broken man, he still found the ability to love, but he also understood enough about loving unconditionally that he could see how his love was causing her to drown with him.
“She may be my hope, but I am surely her destruction. I just wish she would see it. I wish she would run, but she won’t, because she has nothing to run to.”
I often wanted to put this story down, to take a break and process, but I just could not let go of the journey. I needed to see where his demons would take him. And Poppy? For being such a broken woman, she had an incredible inner strength and an ability to love even through the most difficult of situations.
This read is not for the faint of heart. Life is not filled with continuous happiness and joy. Sometimes life is ugly, gritty, and can feel desolate. War Poppy is just that–a story filled with the angst of two people trying to cope with grief, pain, and loss in their own way.
Because sometimes characters need to be flawed.
P.S. Stevie’s greatest fear is the impending zombie apocalypse. Think about it: swarming armies of decaying, oozing corpses stumbling around with clicking teeth, trying to eat your face. Nothing about that is good. NOTHING!
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