Katie’s world came crashing down in an instant.
Her husband, daughter, and unborn baby. . . all gone in a flash. The life that she’d come to know, gone before she ever really got to live it.
With a broken heart, she deals the only way she knows how, by shutting it all off. No communicating, no feelings, just pure nothingness.
Alone with nothing but her own thoughts and a well meaning family, she moves back to her childhood home, a horse farm. It’s there that she finds herself healing along with the horses her family rehabilitates. But when Parker McKenzie comes back into her life she’s reminded of all that went wrong, and all that she lost.
Will Katie ever begin to heal? Or will her secrets and loss be too much for her to overcome?
Perhaps, this is her kismet.
I must start off by saying that I did enjoy reading Kismet but at the same time I am torn with how to review it. It is an emotional and tragic story about fate, destiny and second chances that had me in tears so many times.
Katie is a young woman who’s life has not always easy. As a child she had many issues and it was the love of her brother and his best friend Parker that got her through it all. But as they grew older, the relationship between Katie and Parker grew to be more than just friends, they were in love but as Katie was getting ready to go off to college Parker ended it. Katie took off and left home never to return. She started over with Michael and their daughter Zoe and they were expecting their second child when a tragedy took all three of them away from Katie. But how do you go on when your whole world disappears.
Katie’s parents and her brother do the only thing they know how to do in order to help Katie heal, they take her home back to their farm. Katie though is not the only one that needs to heal, Parker is still hurting since the moment he let her go and together these two slowly heal the hurts form the past as well as the hurts from the present.
I must say, although we didn’t really see Michael, I absolutely loved him. He was such a selfless person. He loved Katie even though he knew Katie’s secret and knew that her heart was with someone else. He loved her enough for both of them and my heart truly hurt for him.
I did enjoy this book, it was a really good read that was very emotional. For me, it was that book that let me have that really good cry that you sometimes just need. This book pulled me in right from the start and for the first 60% I truly could not put it down but I found as the book hit the half way mark, for me it began to feel very predictable and repetitive. Also, I found myself not feeling comfortable with how quick she seem to heal all of a sudden from such a tragedy and how soon she moved on with Parker. She always loved him, but for how much she loved Michael and for how distraught she was over losing her family, it just seemed to all happen too quickly and too soon after the accident, 6 months was just not enough time for her to move on and have things play out as they did. Also I found that as the book went on, it became the same back and forth game between Katie and Parker and started to feel drawn out and falling a bit flat for me. And last as things started to come to light, the book and it’s ending became more and more predictable and found myself really disappointed but also not shocked with how the story ended. Overall it was a really good story, it just left me a bit disappointed and torn about how I truly felt about it. It was a book I absolutely loved from the moment I started but found myself loving it less and less right until the very end.
Turning the corner from the hallway into the kitchen, I find my family talking to someone. It doesn’t matter that his back is turned to me because I would recognize that frame anywhere. Frozen in my space in the doorway, my breath hitches and my heart jumps to my throat, causing me to choke. I know without a doubt that the person standing there is Tommy’s lifelong best friend, Parker McKenzie.
“Hey, sis, look who came by to say hi!” Tommy smiles. It’s not a genuine smile, it’s his smug smile—the one he uses when he’s done something sneaky. In an instant, I know, without a doubt, that he’s done this on purpose and I want nothing more than to punch him in the face for it. I consider jumping across the kitchen and grabbing him by the throat, but I decide that the action would be too full of emotion. So instead I stew on my anger, filing it deep down within me for some other time.
Parker turns his attention toward me, looking over his shoulder in my direction. The minute his eyes catch mine my heart stops beating. I wasn’t ready to see him. Not yet, probably not ever in fact. He’s already smiling, the same earth shattering grin that I’ve seen a million times before. He looks just like I remember him, only older. He was a kid the last time I saw him, but now that boy had turned into a man, a five o’clock shadow in place of his previous baby face.
“Hey, Katie.” He stands from the kitchen table and with two easy strides he’s hugging me, his arms enveloping me just as though no time has passed.
My own arms hang at my sides, my heart palpating from the sudden contact. My breath hitches with unease. If I could claw at my skin, I would, but my arms are still pinned to my sides, Parker holding them firmly into place. I watch helplessly as Tommy taps him on the back, indicating that it’s too much.
Suddenly realizing that he’s made a mistake he mutters, “Sorry,” and he lets me go. I close my eyes and rub my arms, attempting to cleanse my skin from his touch. It isn’t right. It isn’t fair. That hug wasn’t his to take.
Seething, I look up at him. I know Parker means well, he always means well, but he never did have much sense when it came to personal boundaries. And what was he sorry for? Sorry for hugging me? Sorry for my loss? Sorry for coming here? He should be sorry, sorry for it all. I fight the urge to reach out and slap him for being such an inconsiderate bastard. But I don’t.
I fume silently to myself. He has no right to show up here today, let alone be the first one to touch me like that. My own family haven’t felt comfortable enough to hug me yet. The most contact I’ve had is holding Tommy’s hand, and he’s my brother.
The room fills with uncomfortable silence. I know that everyone is waiting to see my next move, but there won’t be one. I refuse to react.