“The devil made me do it” is a phrase that will never pass my lips. Why would it when I have Delores, my undiagnosed autoimmune disorder, to make all my decisions for me? (Yes, I named her myself since the doctors couldn’t do it for me.) A get together with friends? Delores says no. I’ll have my prescheduled daily afternoon fever and fatigue at that time.
My two biggest regrets with having Delores direct my fate? One, my family thinks my illness is all in my head. And two, I set the love of my life, Peter Reynolds, free from my anchoring tether so he could fly. I never thought I’d see him again, but five years later he’s soaring in the limelight as one of the most talked-about defensive players in professional football. Oh, and did I mention he also happens to play for the team my boss just assigned me to as a social media manager?
Meanwhile, nothing much has changed for me. Delores still bosses me around, and I’m still hopelessly in love with Peter. What’s a girl to do?
My two biggest regrets with having Delores direct my fate? One, my family thinks my illness is all in my head. And two, I set the love of my life, Peter Reynolds, free from my anchoring tether so he could fly. I never thought I’d see him again, but five years later he’s soaring in the limelight as one of the most talked-about defensive players in professional football. Oh, and did I mention he also happens to play for the team my boss just assigned me to as a social media manager?
Meanwhile, nothing much has changed for me. Delores still bosses me around, and I’m still hopelessly in love with Peter. What’s a girl to do?
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MY THOUGHTS
After a while, continually hearing friends and specialists say my symptoms were all in my head had made me begin to wonder if it weren't true. In a moment of clarity, I'd realized I was too tired. I didn't have the energy to face my sickness every day and try to convince people who'd claimed to love me that something was really wrong. So instead of fighting, I gave in. Delores became my little secret. My private battle. If no one knew about her, then I wouldn't have to deal with the disappointment of watching my friends and family lose faith in me. Life was better that way.
I really enjoyed this book. It's got a lot of heart, a ton of laughs, and a great romance. And even though it's book four in the series, it can totally stand alone.
After so many times of doctors saying they couldn't find anything wrong with me, my friends started to believe the professionals. I couldn't blame them. They couldn't feel the constant pain that went bone deep or the sloughing weariness that zapped my energy. They couldn't see the brain fog or the tingling or numbness. On the outside, I didn't look sick, so to them, that meant I must not be.As someone living with an invisible illness, I could totally relate to Amanda. The stigma, the unbelief and judgment from family and friends. I've definitely experienced all of that. I really appreciated the authenticity author Sarah Monzon brought to the subject. Just the fact that she's shining a light on it makes me so happy. It's something that's so underrepresented in literature, so it was nice to read about someone fighting a similar fight as mine.
Molly put her hand on my arm. “Are you okay?” I looked up and said the same thing I always did when asked that question. “I’m fine.” One day, hopefully, that would no longer be a lie.
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