The Smallest Part
By Amy Harmon
Great writers have a certain cadence to their writing. It is the rhythm or pace to their story telling that makes their words poetic. As far as pacing goes, Amy Harmon is the Queen of Slown Burn romance. Her writing always made me feel like I am about to read something sacred or profound. There is a distinct elegance to her craft.
The Smallest Part is only the second book of hers that I read. I love this book. I know it seems like I am just handing out five stars to all books, but I think this couple of months have just been blessed. I also learned to be more picky on what I read and review.
This book tackled a boatload of difficult topics -suicide, grief, cheating, among other things. On the hands of a less talented writer, it would have been a disaster. Amy Harmon handled these topics with finesse and delivered a one of a kind book.
Overall, I love this book. I would probably reread it over and over throughout the years. I cannot wait to read more of Amy’s writing. Below is a blurb about the book.
“In the end, only three things matter. How much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you.”
It was a big lie. The biggest lie she’d ever told. It reverberated through her head as she said it, ringing eerily, and the girl behind her eyes—the girl who knew the truth—screamed, and her scream echoed along with the lie.
“Are you in love with Noah, Mercedes?” Cora asked. “I mean . . . I know you love him. You’ve been friends forever. We all have. But are you in love with him?”
If it had been anyone else—anyone—Mercedes would have stuck out her chest, folded her skinny arms, and let her feelings be known. She would have claimed him. But it was Cora. Brave, beautiful, broken Cora, and Cora loved Noah too.
So Mercedes lied.
And with that lie, she lost him. With that lie, she sealed her fate.
She was the best friend, the bridesmaid, the godmother, the glue. She was there for the good times and the bad, the ups and the downs, the biggest moments and the smallest parts. And she was there when it all came crashing down.
This is the tale of the girl who didn’t get the guy.