New York Times bestselling author Sawyer Bennett has written her most gripping and poignant tale yet. Provocatively heart-breaking, audaciously irreverent and romantically fulfilling, The Hard Truth About Sunshine exposes just how very thin the line is between a full life and an empty existence.
Despite having narrowly escaped death’s clutches, Christopher Barlow is grateful for nothing. His capacity to love has been crushed. He hates everyone and everything, completely unable to see past the gray stain of misery that coats his perception of the world. It’s only after he involuntarily joins a band of depressed misfits who are struggling to overcome their own problems, does Christopher start to re-evaluate his lot in life.
What could they possibly learn from one another? How could they possibly help each other to heal? And the question that Christopher asks himself over and over again… can he learn to love again?
He’s about to find out as he embarks upon a cross country trip with a beautiful woman who is going blind, a boy with terminal cancer, and an abuse victim who can’t decide whether she wants to live or die.
Four people with nothing in common but their destination. They will encounter adventure, thrills, loss and love. And within their travels they will learn the greatest lesson of all.
The hard truth about sunshine…
Warning: This book deals with some tough issues including suicide and sexual abuse.
Sawyer Bennett is easily one of my favorite authors. She is able to write books that keep me hooked but also write amazing story’s that are so different than the last. She has written books from hockey to a BDSM club to everything in between and I had a feeling this book would give me all the feels.
Christopher is so bitter. This book was told from his POV and I get that it was perfect. He may not have been the worst off, but what he learns from the others….. eventually it changes him.
It’s really hard to talk about the other main characters because you need to experience them. Learn their story’s, see who they are, while reading the book to get the full impact.
Jillian is happy yet fake
Barb is scared from her past.
Connor is trying to live the last of his life.
On a road trip meant to help a dying kid, the characters in this story learn so much about them selves and life. I learned a lot about life and this was an emotional read times 100.
This book broke me. It gave me every feeling that you could think to have from a novel and cut open my heart. I laughed, I sobbed, I was angry, and I’m left with tears in my eyes from this book. This isn’t one of those book that you can’t describe easily, it’s complex, it’s different, its life. The romance is in the front, but at the same time it take a huge back seat to the deepness of this book. The characters, each one of them will work their way in to your heart, work through their pain, and rip it to shreds. Once you finish this book, you will totally understand the deepness of it.
Sawyer Bennett, I don’t even know how to express how amazing this book was. You are a master at writing different plots, ones that are fresh, so raw that it will leave readers with a horrible book hangover. What you wrote at the end, after the epilogue, that was real, and raw, and amazing. You are an amazing person, and a very talented writer. Thank you for this amazing book!
Told from a little bit of past and present, I felt that it really helped the story flow. We slowly learn about the characters in a different way, but at the same time, we learn different sides to them in the present.
My feelings while reading this boom l ranged, at the start I wasn’t sure what was going to happen. I was angry at Christopher for this attitude. At 31% I had tears for all the characters, and that was an easy scene, I laughed, but it was emotional. At 63% I was in tears again and so scared of what more was to come, but it’s one of those story’s that you can’t stop reading. 89% broke me. I had to stop reading from the intense feeling that were flowing from my body.
Overall, this book was amazing! It is so different then this author’s other book that you need to look into the deeper meaning. Not just a man overcoming his past, or other characters trying to survive life. This story has such a hard story to it, but at the same time, it was amazing. If you chose to embark on this journey, make to to read what the author writes at the end, after the epilogue, it raw and real. 5 stars #2OCCJD
Jillian holds my gaze for a moment, her eyes drilling into mine before she gently tugs on the material of my jeans near the shin rod of my prosthetic. “What happened to you?”
She doesn’t look away. Not down at the fire, not down to my legs. She stares right at me. Although my gut is turning slightly at the thought of telling her what she asked, I forge straight ahead. For the first time, I tell someone who is not medical personnel or a shrink my story.
“I was driving a military Humvee and the right front tire ran over a roadside bomb,” I say, and Jillian makes a sound of distress low her in throat as her eyes turn sad. “It completely obliterated my buddy sitting in the passenger seat.”
To my surprise, Jillian scoots over closer to me and lays her head on my shoulder. She pushes her hand in between my ribs and my arm, curling her fingers over my bicep. It’s a show of support. Solidarity. That she’s settled in for the long haul of this story, and she wants to hear it all.
“It didn’t blow my leg off,” I tell her, and I can feel her body jerk slightly in surprise. Her fingers squeeze my bicep. “The fingers yes, the leg no. It just shattered and shredded it badly, but the doctors tried hard to save it.”
“Obviously, they couldn’t,” she whispers the obvious.
“They tried for three months,” I tell her, reaching down to grab my phone laying near my left hip. Jillian lifts her head up, watching as I pull up my pictures. I scroll backward, but it doesn’t take long to find what I’m looking for because I don’t take a lot of photos. I hold the phone out so she can see. “This was taken about a month after my injury.”
Jillian makes a strangled sound as she looks at the photo of me in bed. My eyes are half open because I was bombed out on so many heavy-duty pain medications, and I have a grimace on my face. I vaguely remember this picture being taken, and I think it may have been by my brother, Hank, when he came to visit once during that first month. He came a few more times after that, and then he didn’t.
Jillian’s eyes roam over the photo. My leg is encased in the external fixator with several rods leading from the outside of the cage right into my skin, where it’s drilled through and into the bone to hold the pieces together. The wounds on my leg are all open to the air, red and some of them dripping with puss and lined with blisters. I’ve got IVs in both arms and a PICC line in the right side of my neck to deliver the hordes of antibiotics and pain meds I needed to keep me alive and functioning. I took the maximum dosages they allowed me, preferring to try to be oblivious to what was happening. Yet, the pain was so great it just couldn’t be fully erased.
Jillian turns her head to look at me, and I lay the phone back down. “How long were you like that?”
“Three months. But they couldn’t get ahead of the infections, which were delaying the bones from knitting. I was in so much pain that I wanted them to amputate.”
“You had to make that decision?” she whispers.
I nod. “Yup. I mean… the doctors were at the point they felt it was the right way to go, although they were willing to keep trying if I wanted. But I wanted it gone. I was tired of being in the hospital and being in so much pain. I just wanted it gone.”
“Do you regret that decision?” she asks me bluntly, but with that still-sweet melody her voice makes. The question doesn’t bother me, because even her hard questions sound lovely.
“Yes,” I tell her without any shame. “I wonder what would have happened if I held on just a little bit longer. Not long after the leg came off, the pain receded and I became more lucid. Once I’d forgotten how bad the infections smelled, I regretted it.”
“Three months is an awful long time to be in pain like that,” she points out the obvious.
I shrug. “And the rest of my life is a long time to wonder ‘what if.’”
Since the release of her debut contemporary romance novel, Off Sides, in January 2013, Sawyer Bennett has released more than 30 books and has been featured on both the USA Today and New York Times bestseller lists on multiple occasions.
A reformed trial lawyer from North Carolina, Sawyer uses real life experience to create relatable, sexy stories that appeal to a wide array of readers. From new adult to erotic contemporary romance, Sawyer writes something for just about everyone.
Sawyer likes her Bloody Marys strong, her martinis dirty, and her heroes a combination of the two. When not bringing fictional romance to life, Sawyer is a chauffeur, stylist, chef, maid, and personal assistant to a very active toddler, as well as full-time servant to two adorably naughty dogs. She believes in the good of others, and that a bad day can be cured with a great work-out, cake, or a combination of the two.