A Love Letter to Whiskey

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1. A LOVE LETTER TO WHISKEY by Kandi Steiner

SYNOPSIS

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.

BOOK REVIEW

Dear Kandi Steiner,

My first taste of Whiskey had been nothing. My first shot? Child’s play. I’d been holding back, delicately balancing on the line, afraid of drinking too much—but this was it. I knew it. I felt every inch of the fall from tipsy to drunk. I was completely wasted, and all I wanted was to feel this way forever.

My name is Anzhelika Li, and today, I finally came to terms with the fact that I’m a Whiskey addict. The whole week of mine was spent deliciously drunk on your emotionally consuming words (accompanied by real Jack haha). Their bitter-sweet rawness and intoxicating taste were all it took for me to fall prey to unchecked (mostly by my hubby) consumption of breathtaking brilliance of yours...

It turned out a Whiskey stain was just as permanent as ink, and I wondered if I would ever truly wash myself clean. Or if I even wanted to.

I usually give a separate characterization to each main lead, but when it comes to Jamie and B, I feel like they should be kept as one entity (ENOUGH to their time apart sigh). They were so perfectly flawed, hurt, and really bad at decision-making yet honest to a fault and open to an extreme. Their relationship was intense, complex, confusing, and frustrating. Their emotions were complicated, making Jamie and B make a mistake after yet another mistake (SPOILER! including multiple occasions of cheating as well as constant miscommunication). Their love was never a matter of choice. It was patient. It was silent torture, a toxic addiction both Jamie and B knew was bad but were still happily and willingly drowning in. Time after time. Over and over again…

Because their love was destined to be consuming.

Because their feelings were worth remembering.

Because THEY were meant to be.

It turned out I was water, he was whiskey, and I couldn’t dilute him—not now that I knew he loved me enough to let me. I needed to be stronger, to be ice the next time I melted with him.

A Love Letter to Whiskey was such a beautiful and soul-gripping read, full of so much angst and unexpected twists and turns. The shattered pieces of my heart were scattered all over my place. In all honesty, the book was such a sinful treat. It left me lingering on the addictive aftertaste of Whiskey. Now, I really want to experience the same selfish kind of love and vulnerability myself... And I urge the connoisseurs of fine books to take a sip of this poignant literary masterpiece.

PS. I must say though, the book is not for everyone and should be read with the right mindset (which was definitely the case for me).

Sincerely yours,

Anzhelika