Review: A Love Letter to Whiskey

My first book review on here! *celebration dance*

Synopsis first:
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.





Look at that gorgeous cover.

Am I late to the game with a review? Maybe. Because by this time you should have read the book. I mean it. You 100% need this book in your library.

You know what else you will need?

The drinking game that goes along with it.


Oh yeah, that’s a thing.

Now to the review.

Buckle your seatbelt and take that shot because you’re gonna need it. You go on a ride with B. From the very first moment she meets Whiskey. From the first taste to realizing that Whiskey can burn.

I loved the style the story was told it. Because it was B. telling the story. It was her reliving the story for us and for Jamie. (Read it and you’ll see what I mean.)

I seriously loved all the metaphors- it was so powerful and was something that you could latch onto and understand fully.

Because whiskey is something you can taste. It’s something you can smell and experience and because of that, you can experience what B. does.

It’s painful to read because it was a painful story. Nothing about B. And Jamie is easy because sometimes love isn’t easy. There are moments you’re going to want to fix them. You’re going to want to offer the simple solution. You’re going to scream into the pages. But for B. and Jamie, it’s just not the way things are, it’s not the way it works.

So you accept the heartache, take another shot, and keep reading and hoping that what’s happening isn’t actually happening (even when it absolutely is).

You accept the heartache because there are moments when you’re B. and that’s okay. And then there are moments when you’re Jamie and that’s okay, too.

And then when Whiskey and Water finally meet, you’ll get lost in the mix. While the intoxication of them is a high you’re going to want to ride on forever, don’t forget, at some point you sober up.

And hangovers are a bitch.

You want a book hangover? Drink in A Love Letter To Whiskey.Β You will never have a better time feeling like your heart is going to rip apart at any second.

**All images belong to Kandi Steiner. They were downloaded from her Facebook author page and used for this post relating to her book.**


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