Seeing Julia

 

Title: Seeing Julia

Here’s what I know: death abducts the dying, but grief steals from those left behind.

“There was before. And there was after.
Before was magical, embraced promise,
and bequeathed good things.
Before was for the innocent.
After was haunted and it relinquished all promise.”

 

No one in their right mind swallows down painkillers like candy while slinging back martinis like they’re drinking Evian water at their husband’s funeral. But I’m not like most people. I’ve had more than my fair share of tragedy. If they crowned the grief-stricken based on the numbers of losses within a decade; I’d take that title in a landslide.

So I drank too much and accidentally overdosed on discarded meds that my husband left behind. Oh, and I kissed my dead husband’s best friend Jake Winston and ended up in the ER with “suicidal” attached to my persona. At some point, I crossed over the line to the dark side, not that I am sharing this particular faux pas with my newly assigned psychiatrist. Deep down? On some level? I <i>did</i> just want to end it all. Because…truthfully? Kissing a handsome stranger seemed like a fine way to go out of this world. A fine way, indeed. So, why is Jake Winston still so intent on saving me? Again.

 

 

 

PRAISE for SEEING JULIA 

“…an authentic look at grief and love. I believe anyone that has ever loved someone, lost them and found a life and another love will devour Seeing Julia. Be forewarned: keep a box of Kleenex handy, as you will need them.”

 “…You get a little of everything in this book. Love, anger, angst, misery, retribution, they’re all in there and make for a wonderful read.”

 “…Seeing Julia was everything I look for in a great book. Heartbreakingly sad, funny, enlightening, and best of all, heart mending…five stars are not enough…”

 

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