*I received a free copy of Strings from via Edelweiss. This has in no way influenced my voluntary review, which is honest and unbiased *Strings on 12 September 2017
The Merino Rose. Ted Spencer has a hard enough time believing the celebrated violin really exists. To find it sitting on his coffee table is nothing short of incredible. The stuff of legend, the exquisite Guarnerius has been missing for centuries.
But even though the renowned instrument is a violin lover's dream come true, it holds only heartache for Ted. The value of the Merino Rose may be beyond measure, but he has acquired it at too high a cost.
Ted found his soul mate when he met Olivia de la Vega his senior year in high school. In the school's production of Camelot, Ted was cast as Lancelot, Olivia as Guenevere. They should have spent their lives together but strings got in the way--family ties, career objectives, and the tangled web of fate.
Will the Merino Rose bring the two star-crossed lovers together at last, or will their love always remain the melancholy sound of distant violins?
Strings A Love Story is definitely a love story. Fairly slow paced, and spanning over decades, I enjoyed it very much, which almost surprised me.
Most of the action in Strings was shared with the readers through flashbacks that spanned over decades, from when Ted and Olivia were in high school. And while they always appreciated each other, their timing always sucked. When one of them was free, the other was with someone else. It was like fate was playing a complicated game of chess with these characters, always making one of them too early, or too late.
Olivia went to the same school as Ted because her mom worked there, and she often felt out of place. Ted came from an affluent family, but he was very down to earth – even as he became a famous violonist, he kept in touch with some of his friends from school.
Written in first person point of view, from Ted’s perspective, and in past tense, the dialogues, and the way Ted observes Olivia brings her to life as well.
I was a bit frustrated, because the back and forth with the flashbacks, plus the timing that was always wrong were almost a bit too much. The longing was delicious, though.
Three days later, your letter arrived. God damn parents. Why can’t they love their children just a little less?
The energy between us was like a pure, clear note, and it gained in intensity as we stood there transfixed.
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