Carol Denman divorced her husband over twenty years ago and has never looked back. But on the day before their daughter’s thirtieth birthday, John barges back into Carol’s life with a request that threatens the fragile stability she has built.
John Bowman is sick. Very sick. While he still can, he has some amends to make and some promises to fulfill. But to do that, he not only needs his ex-wife’s agreement…he needs her.
With the past hovering between them like a ghost, Carol and John embark on a decades-overdue road trip. Together they plunge back into a life without water…but which may ultimately set them free.
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John Bowman is sick. Very sick. While he still can, he has some amends to make and some promises to fulfill. But to do that, he not only needs his ex-wife's agreement...he needs her.
With the past hovering between them like a ghost, Carol and John embark on a decades-overdue road trip. Together they plunge back into a life without water...but which may ultimately set them free.
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CAROL DENMAN BLINKED. The long and slow kind that gave the brain a moment to process unexpected information. When she lifted her lids, her assistant still stood on the other side of her desk. Tiana's near-black eyes filled with a million questions. The rich umber skin above her nose crinkled as she drew her brows together.
The words she'd spoken lingered in the air between them.
There was a man standing outside Carol's office asking to see her. Not just any man. Her ex-husband.
"You were married before Tobias?"
Tiana's voice was low enough that no one outside the office could possibly hear, but to Carol's ears, the words sounded as if they had been announced through a bullhorn. The question spun her tightly held emotions out of control. The skin above her brow prickled with the first signs of nervous sweat. Clenching her fists, digging white acrylic tips into her palm, she took a breath to calm herself before the telltale sign of anxiety — bright red creeping up her pale neck until it settled over her face — could start.
She blinked again. This time the rapid, mind-clearing kind. She dislodged the knot in her throat before finding her voice. "Yes. A long time ago." A lifetime ago. "Did he say what he wants?"
"No." Confusion faded to what appeared to be concern. "He looks nervous. Should I tell him to leave or ... I can call security." Security was a seventy-three-year-old overweight retired police officer who was far more invested in completing the Houston Chronicle's crossword puzzle than he ever was in doing his job. Carol suspected even if she did need help, old Charlie Turner would call 911 and offer crowd control long before he'd intervene with some kind of physical altercation in her office. Not that she was worried about what her ex would do to her.
Just the opposite.
She was more concerned she'd grab the sterling silver scissors from her desk drawer and shove them repeatedly into his chest.
Outside her window, early summer sunlight reflected in a blinding starburst off the man-made pond where geese liked to gather as they migrated. This time of year the water was smooth. Still. Deceptively calm. As she stared at the water, memories of her life with John flashed through her mind like an old 8-mm film on a loop.
Laughter, singing, playing.
Screaming. Crying. Begging.
Tiana's quiet voice cut into Carol's thoughts. "Should I tell him to leave?"
"Um ... No." God, I'm going to regret this. "It's fine. Show him in."
"Are you —"
She cut Tiana off with a resolute nod. "Show him in."
Tiana hesitated before disappearing through the glass-paneled door. Though the three panes had been frosted to afford Carol some privacy, movement was evident on the other side. She felt her stomach knot, knowing Tiana was speaking to John, inviting him in to see the woman who'd disappeared from his life so long ago. Carol inhaled as much oxygen as her lungs would hold, then exhaled through parted lips in an attempt to regain her emotional footing.
Pushed the emotions down.
A set of knocks — a rhythm she recognized from decades ago — fell on her door. Knock-knock. Knock. He'd used that same beat to draw her attention to him from their first date, when he'd shown up with a handful of wildflowers he'd denied picking from the side of the road, until the night she snuck out of his life while he was sleeping.
Her entire body tensed at the sound. So familiar. So ... haunting.
Then there he was. Her past in the flesh. Standing before her, looking as uneasy as she felt. She'd spent years rebuilding herself after leaving him and even more years quieting the discontent he'd sown deep into her soul. As she met his gaze, that old feeling washed through her like a tsunami. Her impeccably composed life fell apart and, as always, she had little control over whatever storm John was about to bring crashing down on her.
How many times had he told her she needed to calm down and relax? Live in the moment; worry about the rest later. She'd never mastered those particular attributes that had always come naturally to him. However, even with his laid-back attitude toward life, crow's feet had cut deep lines around his eyes and pronounced parentheses curved around his mouth, making him look much older than his — how old was he now? — fifty-six years. Gray peppered his brown hair, especially around his temples. His shoulders stooped slightly, as if he carried the weight of the world. Or years of guilt.
She stared, unmoving in her chair. Her heavy heart held her down like an anchor in a wild sea of rage.
What did he expect her to do?
Smile? She couldn't.
Hug him? She wouldn't.
After staring in deafening silence for several long seconds, John gave her a lopsided grin that was as familiar as his knock. She used to find the half-hearted smile charming. She used to find a lot of things about this man charming.
By the time she left him, she couldn't even find something she liked.
"Hey, you." His voice, as it always had, settled over her like a warm blanket. Only now that blanket seemed to be made of fiberglass. His deep baritone felt like a thousand invisible splinters embedding into her skin. "It's been a while, huh?"
"Twenty-four years." Her voice came out hoarse. Cracked. Broken. She gestured to a chair on the other side of her desk.
His feet seemed to be as glued to the floor as her body was to her chair.
"Or stand. Whatever suits you." Gathering the papers she'd been studying before his arrival gave her a legitimate reason not to look at him longer than she already had. The pages didn't need to be stacked in perfect alignment, but she tapped them on her desk — one side, then the other, and back again — until they were. She didn't realize he'd sunk into the chair until he slid a Snickers candy bar across her desk.
There it was. The peace offering. The lame gift that always paled in comparison to the offense for which he was trying to make amends.
He gave her that smile again. "That used to be your favorite." It'd been years since she'd eaten a Snickers. She'd changed her bad eating habits long ago. The candy was far too sweet for her now. Even so, she set the bar aside with the papers. "Thank you." Her gratitude sounded as empty as it felt.
"You go by Carol now," he pointed out. "You, uh ... You always hated being called that. You said it sounded too old."
"Well, I'm older."
His tilted smile returned. "Aren't we all?"
"No," she said coolly. "Not all of us."
His face sagged for a few seconds, and then he continued as if she hadn't intentionally gut-punched him. "You got remarried."
"Did you have kids?"
Tapping into the Ice Queen faÃ§ade he'd often accused her of, she froze her heart from the inside out, which had always been her go-to defense where John was concerned. "No."
He glanced around her office — the commercialized space with cherry-colored bookshelves that held medical dictionaries and binders of federal guidelines, a desk polished every night by the custodial team none of the executives ever saw, and framed degrees that were supposed to relay her competence for sitting in the sterile environment. "Look at this place. You've done good for yourself, kiddo."
"I'm not a kid, John. I am a grown woman who's made a life for herself despite the damage you caused."
He pressed his lips together as if to stop himself from rebutting.
Oh, how easily she fell into another of her old defense tactics, rebuffing any attempt he made at civility in case he was drawing her in for the kill. "Sorry, that just came out."
"No, it's okay. I blindsided you by showing up. Seeing me can't be easy for you."
Carol looked out to the water. "It's June. June is difficult." "Her birthday is tomorrow."
She cut her gaze to him. "I know."
Staring at his hands, he toyed with a gold band on his left ring finger. Carol hadn't cared enough to ask if he'd remarried, but clearly he had. If his sudden appearance hadn't shaken her so deeply, she might have inquired about his new life. Asked what kind of poor broken soul he'd found after she'd finally gained the courage to leave him. Asked if he manipulated his new wife as much as he used to manipulate her.
John stopped playing with his wedding ring and heaved out a big breath. "I want to see her."
Carol didn't respond. Didn't move. She should have known why he was there the moment Tiana announced his unexpected visit.
Lifting his gaze to hers, he seemed to beg with his eyes. His expression triggered memories of the many times in the past she'd seen that exact same silent plea on his sad face. She'd become immune to his puppy-eyed looks long before leaving him.
"Please. I'm her father."
Her lips trembled until she pressed them together. When she spoke, the tremble moved to her voice, making her words quiver. "I know who you are."
"Please, Caroline ... Carol. I want to see her for her birthday.
Then I promise I'll leave."
She focused out the window, back at the water, pushing away the memories that always seemed to be trying to drag her backward. Part of her wanted to tell him to burn in hell, but he was right. He was Katie's father. He had a right to see her on her birthday. His request wasn't unreasonable, but damned if she didn't want to tell him to go back under whatever rock he'd slithered from.
After a moment, she pushed a button on her desk phone. "Tiana, I need to leave. Reschedule anything I have this afternoon, please." John didn't say another word as she gathered her things, simply following her out of her office. Once in the elevator, he leaned against the faux-wood-paneled wall, skimming her over, top to bottom, with the kind of candor that used to amuse her. She wasn't amused now. She knew exactly what he was thinking. He was judging her appearance and all the other changes she'd made since walking away from him.
Her once long sandy-brown hair was layered at shoulder length with golden highlights to hide the encroaching grays. Pediatric scrubs had been replaced by tailored suits and too-high-to-be-practical heels. Instead of an oversized purse stuffed with tissues and snacks, she carried a Tumi briefcase filled with documents and a laptop that rarely left her sight. She no longer accepted a few extra pounds because she was too busy to do anything about them. She worked out for at least an hour every morning to keep her figure lean.
She wasn't Caroline Bowman any longer.
She was Carol Denman.
And Carol Denman wasn't too worn down to return his blatant stares. Carol Denman wasn't too fed up with his lies, denials, and manipulations to handle whatever he planned to toss her way. She'd had a long time to recover from his antics and was more than prepared to hold her own.
Returning his deliberate gawking, her earlier assessment stood. He looked like hell. The wrinkles in his suit spoke to the cheap material and the fake leather on his shoes had worn long before the soles. The dark stain on his collar, probably coffee, was faded enough for her to know it'd been washed and set in. While she'd taken a huge step forward in her life without him holding her back, he seemed to be stuck in the same rut where she'd left him.
She embraced the sense of superiority he'd always accused her of harboring. His penetrating stares used to intimidate her. Oh, how she'd hated feeling judged — by anyone, but most especially by John. Her former self bent over backward to please him, even when that meant undermining her own self-worth. Now she was impervious to his judgment of her. Now she had the confidence to see he had been right. She was better than him. "Go ahead," she said impassively. "Let's have it."
"Whatever smart-ass comment you're cooking up."
He shrugged as if he had no idea what she was insinuating. "I was thinking that you look nice."
She didn't believe him. John always had a thinly veiled jab ready to casually kick her feet out from under her. Raising a brow, she let him know she didn't buy his innocence.
"That outfit must have cost a few pennies."
Ah, there it is. She smirked, making it clear his dig had missed the mark. "Yeah. A few. Still a cop?"
"Life goal achieved. Congratulations. Where?"
"Never left, then."
The twitch that played on his lips and the twinkle in his eye gave away the underlying intent of his words before he even said them — he was about to go for the kill. She braced herself for the next round.
"I never felt the need to run away."
Tilting her head, she smiled like an angel. "You never felt much of anything, thanks to Anheuser-Busch."
Instead of responding, he looked up at the floor indicator. She knew how his cop brain worked. How he was processing her reaction bit by bit, tucking away the information to pick apart later. His comment about her outfit had rolled off. His jab about her leaving had been rebuffed. The old approach at knocking her off balance was failing. He was analyzing the situation, putting every nuance of her voice into the right box to better prepare for his next assault.
As the elevator bumped to a stop, Carol pushed herself upright and walked out before John. The click of her shoes echoing through the tiled lobby as she led him from the building was the only sound between them. His silence, she suspected, was due to him trying to figure out what had happened to the woman he'd married.
Outside, the humid summer air enveloped her, pressed down on her, and made her feel as if she were ... drowning. Or maybe that was the presence of her ex-husband sucking the air from her personal space.
She didn't look at him as he stepped beside her and kept her pace as she strode down the sidewalk toward the parking lot. "You can follow me."
"I took a cab."
Of course he'd taken a cab. Driving himself would have made things too easy. She pressed a button on her keyring and a silver Lexus SUV chirped to life. She set her bag in the back and climbed in behind the steering wheel. "Don't," she warned when he reached for the air conditioner controls the moment she turned the ignition. "The air will take a few minutes to cool down. Be patient."
He lifted his hands in surrender. "I'm not used to this heat. This humidity is smothering." As she eased out of her reserved parking spot, he sank back against the tan leather seat. "Nice car."
She let his comment fall unanswered, unsure if the compliment was sincere. The old John, the one she used to know, assumed anyone who drove expensive cars and wore fancy suits had to be some kind of a swindler. The only honest people, as far as he was concerned, were cops and nurses — an amendment he made only after she had earned her nursing degree.
He redirected the conversation when she didn't engage. "Last I heard you were in St. Louis. How did you end up in Houston?"
"Last you heard? I didn't keep in touch with anyone after I left. How did you hear anything about me?"
"Well, you did send me divorce papers. From St. Louis."
A memory of sitting in a rundown law office while decisively signing her name on those papers flashed through her mind. "So I did. My husband's job brought us here about fifteen years ago."
"What does he do?"
"He worked in environmental sciences for a gas company."
She tightened her hands around the leather-encased steering wheel as her answer echoed around her mind. "And now he's dead."
Her words stung her more than she suspected they surprised John. Though Tobias had been gone eight months, there were still times she poured two cups of coffee before her heart clenched in pain as she remembered he wouldn't be joining her for breakfast. She still reached for him in the morning, lifting her head to listen for sounds that gave away his whereabouts when she found his side of the bed empty. She still picked up her phone and started to text him whenever she might be late getting home. Every time, she felt the harsh slap of reality across her soul. He wasn't having breakfast. He wasn't in the house. He wouldn't receive that text. The man she had needed more than the air she breathed was gone.
"I'm sorry." John sounded sincere.
The car started to cool, but the tension made the atmosphere as unbearable as the afternoon heat had. The proximity to the Gulf of Mexico could make summer afternoons in Houston feel unforgiving. John wiped his hand across his forehead before dragging his palm down his thigh.
Though she had grown used to the temperature and humidity, she remembered how stifling it had felt when she and Tobias had first relocated. Suppressing the urge to let her ex swelter unnecessarily, she turned the temperature down a few degrees.
She didn't owe John an explanation, but the words tumbled out of her as the air filtering from the vent cooled. "He was hit by a truck while on his morning run. It was foggy. The guy didn't see him in time."(Continues…)
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
A truly beautiful story of love and forgiveness
loved this book, pulled me in until the very end.
Grab your tissues before starting this amazing book. The story covers a difficult subject of disappointment, disillusionment, death , a search for forgiveness and acceptance , and finally forgiveness. Although a difficult subject to read about , the author has handled it with understanding and characters so well written that you have so much empathy for them. the book pulls on all your emotions from anger, to sympathy and finally acceptance with a well thought out and acceptable conclusion. Don't skip reading this book because of the subject matter, you may be able to accept death differently afterwards. I received a copy of this book from Netgalley and the publisher in return for a fair and accurate review
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This is a story full of life, loss, regrets, grief, pain, hatred, forgiveness and many many “aha” moments. Caroline and John were married. One tragic moment destroyed their lives forever. She left him in the middle of the night and started another life somewhere else. Many years later John finds her. He wants to take their daughter on a vacation he promised her 24 years ago and he wants Caroline to go with him. Will she choose to go on this journey with a man that she has HATED for so many years? This book was fantastic but not a book I would normally read. Nevertheless, it left me emotionally drained. I ugly cried MANY times! Reading this book was like watching a movie playing in my mind but more real. It was like I was in the RV with them. I felt their anger, laughter, sadness, tears and every other emotion they went through. Believe me when I say that they went through them ALL. Such a sad, BRILLIANT and EMOTIONALLY draining story!
A LIFE WITHOUT WATER by Marci Bolden There are two main characters in this book and then two that you meet throughout the story. Carol/Caroline, John, Katie and Tobias. Carol was married to John and they had Katie. She left John and met and married Tobias. The story is mainly about Caroline, John and how the loss they shared. John needs to make amends before he dies. They need to find a way to find closure and peace between them. They started out together as a young couple in love. They need to find a way back to that. Not as a couple but as friends. Caroline was the name John always called her and will forever. Caroline needs to find a way to forgive John and herself for things that happened between them. Things that happened that they could not seem to control. This book has lots of heartaches in it. It’s actually one that will make you cry from almost the first page to the very end. I don’t mean just crying, I truly mean weeping, ugly, heartbreaking tears. The ugly crying you don’t want anyone seeing you do. I cried so much reading this book that if I had not invested time in it I would not have finished it. I kept having to put it down to get up and move around so I could actually see the words. It’s truly a very sad book. A very well written, very interesting, very good book but it will break your heart into tiny pieces if you have feelings at all. I liked the story but hated the sadness. I loved the interaction between Caroline and John but hated what happened to them. I liked that she moved on but hated the why of it. I felt so sorry for John yet thought of him as a jerk so many times and blamed him so much until I finally realized that it was not him being so mean and cruel. He had a problem. He needed help. I liked Caroline a lot but also felt she was a bit selfish in places until I saw exactly why she did some of the things she did. Both were human. Humans are capable of failure without being bad people. Both experienced the ultimate pain. The deepest pain a person ever feels. Though Caroline went through it way more than John did. She lost so much and was there for him anyway. Until the end. She sacrificed for him in ways that some would never even think of doing. I’m not sure I would or could ever do what she did. I think she was a very very strong woman who lost so much and loved so deeply. While this is not a love story it is about love. The love between a man and woman. A woman and a man. Parents and a child. It’s a story of a love so great you never get over it. It stays with you until you take your very last breath. It is a very heartfelt story for sure. I do not believe the author could have possibly written this without shedding many many tears her own self. It’s a very well written book and makes you feel like you are right there with the characters. I went on a road trip. I saw places that I would never see if I had not of gone. I felt things I have never felt while reading. Deeply and heartbreakingly. While I truly think this is one of the best books I have read in a long time, I also think or know, it’s one of the saddest that I have ever read. I only recommend this book if you need or want to weep. If you want or need to shed tears this is definitely the book for you. I will say it’s a great story and it’s worth every single tear. I actually loved the story. It was well written, well developed characters and a well developed story. You will either love it or hate it. Maybe like it. But you will without
This is an excellently written book that deals with the lives of Carol and John who were once married to each other. They go on a road trip together and as a reader I went on an emotionally charged journey. There is so much heart ache and loss that I suggest every reader has a box of tissues next to them as they read this story. Ultimately, it’s a story of reconnecting, acceptance, healing and forgiveness. It’s a tough story to read, it’s one that I wanted to put down and take a break from, but I felt compelled to continue reading. This book is a true work of art. I received a free copy of this book via Booksprout and am voluntarily leaving a review.
A deeply emotional journey filled with so much heartbreak, longing, insight and love.... this story is both tragic and hopeful all in the same breath. Pulls at the heartstrings from the very beginning and does not let go.. If you are looking for a good reason to cry your eyes out this the book for you!
This book really packed a punch! It is the (highly) emotional tale of a woman who has lost so much in her life, but without realizing it, is taking steps that will give back to her and put her back on the trail of the living. Carol and John may have divorced over 20 years ago, but the journey they take together to spread their dead daughter's ashes is rich with love as well as with regrets and hurts. This was my first book by Marci Bolden and I was unprepared for it. After reading it, as my grandmother would have said, I felt like I'd been dragged through a knothole. The emotion was at a high point all the way through the book. This was a truly beautiful book that you know is going to make you weep, but you will find impossible to put down. It is well worth the tears! I was given a complimentary copy of this book via NetGalley. All thoughts are my own.
Solid 4.5 star Be ready to be immersed into Carol's world and feel what she does as she goes from having her past well and truly in the past to in her face. They way the past slowly unrolls so we see everything she and John went through was great and a bit of a slow burn which really suited this story and hooked you even more. Another fantastic book by the author who always brings you people you can relate to and connect with. I received a free copy of this book via Booksprout and am voluntarily leaving a review.
This story will take hold of your heart and shred it! It is a journey of two people whose only child has died. It is also a little girl's voyage to help her parents find closure. It is a tale of survival, heartache, heartbreak, love, anger, and then acceptance to let go and forgive one another. It is well written, and at times difficult to read. Yet, I did not stop until I was finished. Why? Because we all know a Carol and John. We all wish we could change decisions made. "If you want to fix what you think is broken, the first thing you have to do is acknowledge what broke you in the first place." Well done!
This book will stay with you long after you finish reading it. You'll need Kleenex handy because it is a roller coaster ride of emotions! Carol Denman's past has just walked into her office, a man, she thought she left behind over twenty years ago, John Bowman, her ex-husband. Carol has rebuilt her life, and had married again, John's appearance is about to turn Carol's life upside down. John Bowman, is a Detective from Dayton, Ohio. The day Carol left, John was stuck in the past, still tied to their life together. He overcame difficulties and knows he was not the best husband or father. He searched to locate Carol, because he wants to find peace for himself and that includes making things right with Carol. Although, Carol thinks she's seen the last of John when he leaves her home; Carol gets a call from the hospital, where John had given them her name as a contact. It is here, that Carol learns just how ill John is, and explains why he showed up in the manner in which he did. John brings up a promise he made, and is determined to see it though. Carol realizes how foolhardy John is to attempt his plan and the doctor desperately tries to talk both of them out of it. Against doctor's orders, Carol surrenders and agrees to go along. A trip that will take two weeks of traveling and end with Carol dropping John back at home in Dayton. Carol is filled with resentment and anger towards John and blames him for a lot of things. John, also blames Carol for when they divorced. This trip is something that they both needed to let go, come to terms with themselves and each other. A truly beautiful, gripping story of forgiveness of others and oneself after experiencing a horrific tragedy! If you enjoy books by Diane Chamberlain, or Nicholas Sparks, then you will love this! I received an ARC from NetGalley via Pink Sand Press and voluntarily review this book.
A Life Without Water was an emotionally charged read that I could not put down. I cried...a lot. I could not imagine the grief and devastation Caroline must have felt throughout the journey of her life. I was drawn to the strength of her character and to the lengths John went to for closure and to make amends with his past.
An engaging read about two spouses, estranged for many years, who come together to bid farewell to their daughter who tragically passed-away in their home several years back. The two decide to travel by motorhome to all the places her daughter had wanted to visit, spilling her ashes at each location. An emotional read, full of anger, forgiveness, and love.
A Life WIthout Water by Marci Bolden does not gently lure you into the story but drags you kicking and screaming much as is done to Carol, no make that Car-o-line. At least it did for me. I couldn’t have put this book down if I had tried. Of course, I was too caught up to even try. Luckily I was on a road trip with someone else driving so I was free to read. It seemed fitting since Carol also goes traveling but not as easy a time as mine. As soon as we were home, unpacked, I was back to reading, it is just that compelling of a story. Even though I knew that there would be no this-was-only-a-nightmare or sudden time traveling to change the past, I kept reading and hoping. Hardly happy but one that will speak to your heart and soul. All the characters come to life, Katie especially but also Tobias too. Heart breaking but also inspiring in such a sad way. Live every day, really live! Thank you for that reminder in this amazing poignant story. Fans of Kristin Hannah’s The Great Alone, Julianne MacLean’s A Curve in the Road or Lori Handeland’s Just Once will find A Life WIthout Water to be their next great read. Best heart breaking book I have read this year by a master storyteller. Tissues required. An ARC of the book was given to me by the publisher through Net Galley which I voluntarily chose to read and reviewed. All thoughts and opinions are my own.
5 Stars! A totally gut wrenching story! WOW! I have never cried ... no sobbed more when reading a book! I have never read a book anything like this one. This is one of those books that I’m not going to forget ... I don’t have many of them, maybe 10 out of the 800 or so books that I have read. Ms Bolden sure know how to write a story that will rip the heart right out of your chest and make you look at things in a different way than you originally did. At first I absolutely hated John for how he was during his marriage to Caroline, but by the end I just felt sorry for him. Caroline went through so much in her life ... how can someone come out of all that heartbreak and be sane. I’m crying now as I’m writing this review. Nothing can be worse than the death of your child and this book shows how people react differently to horrific events. I highly recommend this book ... but make sure you have lots of tissue on hand. I received an early copy courtesy of Pink Sand Press through NetGalley in exchange for a honest review.
Oh boy! This was such an emotional rollercoaster. From the first page you can feel Carol’s struggles and emotions. They come off the page and grip you by the throat and don’t let you go. I admit that I cried and my heart broke but it’s suck a journey of healing and forgiving. I received a free copy of this book via Booksprout and am voluntarily leaving a review.
**I voluntarily read an early copy of this title courtesy of NetGalley and the publisher in exchange for an honest review** A Life Without Water is one of those books that once I started reading, I had to know how everything was going to unfold. Marci Bolden has a way of creating a world that you get sucked into almost immediately. Carol Denman has not seen her ex-husband, John, for over 20 years and when he shows back up in her life it's the last thing she expected and the last thing she wants to deal with. There is unfinished business between them that should have been dealt with years earlier, but neither one of them was in the right frame of mind at the time. With all the years that have passed, both Carol and John have changed, yet there are some things that remained very much the same. Now that both Carol and John are faced with the reality of what the future holds, they go on the journey that they should have taken years before. The journey that these Marci Bolden takes us on runs the gamut of emotions. You'll cry, you'll laugh, you'll be angry and you'll feel. Oh how you'll feel. This story is the story of love and forgiveness. This is a book that will stay with you for some time once you finish. It was emotional, it was real and it's one I would recommend that you pick up.
I read the overview of this book and knew right away it sounded like a good one! I was really excited to get a chance to read and review an Advanced Review Copy (ARC) from the Author and NetGalley! “A Life Without Water” by Marci Bolden might take your heart and your brain to a few places that you’ve never wanted to go-and force you to think about somethings that none of us ever want to face. In my lifetime, I will never look at little red rain boots the same way again! It is well written, shows raw emotions, and you may shed a couple of tears along the way. I will look for more from this Author, Marci Bolden! -Janell @ Green Gables Book Reviews What would you do if your ex-husband showed up out of the blue…its just a regular day at work and all of a sudden, John is standing in front of Carol. What should she do ? Throw him out? Hug him? It’s been over 20 years. How dare he? How dare he show up now? The day before their daughters 30th Birthday? What is John thinking? Very soon, Carol discovers John is not himself, he is quite ill and he has come to make amends for his actions during their marriage that caused Carol to leave all these years ago. He begs Carol to go on a long over due road trip with him to try to help both of them heal their wounds. Carol wrestles with her mind-can she take this trip with John. Can she stands being around him that long? Will this trip and time heal their very, very deep wounds? How will they each handle the emotional toll it will take on them? A book that will show you how fragile life can be and how sometimes moving out of our comfort zone can show us where we belong. LOVED THIS BOOK!
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