Carrie lives a fairly safe life, but she’s taken by the personal ad offering kissing only for an hour in the park every Wednesday. After their first meeting she is smitten but Brian lives his life in tiny compartments and won’t let Carrie outside of “Wednesdays only”. She talks about it to her friend Justin who advises her to go for it but to be careful, telling her
but he may be a story guy.”
“A story guy?”
“Yeah, a good guy with a bad story doing something stupid.”
Carrie responds with
“Justin, what the hell? You’re always the sensible one.”
He laughs. “I am sensible, but I’ve had a couple of story guys and I’m just saying, it’s nice to have those, here and there, both for the way they make everything glittery for a while and to make you appreciate the one you end up making a story with.”
We’re at his door. “So message him, huh?”
“Yep. Get that story, Ace.”
I didn’t find it hard to guess what keeps Brian (the man Carrie meets in Celebration Park) to Wednesdays only, to kissing only. But his story is poignant and moving and heroic in a way which is both everyday ordinary and devotedly amazing. Brian’s available time in any given week is so restricted; he may be called away at the drop of a hat. It takes a special woman to put up with that – and he’s learned not to expect it, not to look for it, and to force himself not to hope. But when he meets Carrie…
Carrie is a fittingly wonderful partner for Brian. She sees something so special in him that she is prepared to wait and to enjoy gratefully, what she can within his time constraints, without inflicting guilt and without desperation. Carrie is content in her life when the book starts, with occasional bouts of loneliness – like most everyone has from time to time. She has a job she adores, friends she enjoys and loving parents. So she is able to be generous with her heart because she starts from that place of contentment.
I thought the story, for the most part, did a great job of stating the kinds of issues which faced Brian every day and the struggles he had. I had a small niggle right at the end because there was an aspect to it which seemed perhaps a little too perfect – I’m sure they exist but the rest of the book was full of the gritty real and my understanding is that those perfect spaces are rare. That is all very vague I know, but you’ll just have to read the book.
I was charmed by the premise but there is far more to it than charm. It is moving and special, romantic and sexy and quite, quite beautiful.
“That first Wednesday, in the park, I saw you before I noticed you were holding the umbrella, and I had one thought, just one.”
My heart stutters. “What was that?”