The Darkest Sunrise

by Aly Martinez

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IT'S ALIVE!!!

Please note…this IS a 5-star review

BLOODY, BLOODY, POO BUM GIT HEAD!!

That is me having a very, very cranky tanty. I am WILD!! Wild, I tell you. Aly Martinez has dragged me through the wringer and is probably laughing at my craziness. Tears are bloody leaking out of my eyes one minute and then the next I’m laughing like a bloody loon. Now, all I want to do is bloody SCREAM...really, really LOUDLY. Please excuse all of my shouty capitals, but it’s better for me to yell here than have the coppers paying a visit to the madwoman’s house. My poor boys have had to deal with my emotional upheaval today and hubby thinks I’ve finally lost it.

See, I have been giving my hubby a blow by blow account of what went on in The Darkest Sunrise from start to finish. As per usual…HE DOESN’T GET IT!! How dare he just nod his head and say *Yes, Dear*. Why doesn’t he understand that I NEED to talk about this storyline? I need him to wrap his arms around me as I blubber like a baby, without expecting me to explain why I’m so bloody sad. He should get why it was so funny that Porter wanted to eat Charlotte’s tacos in bed. Last, but by hell not least, he should not LAUGH at me when it’s time for me to write my review AND I WANT TO RIP EVERYONE’S HEADS OFF!!

Glad I’ve got that off my chest. Hmmmm…deep breaths.

OK, you may have cottoned on by now that I’m a wee bit of a mess with this one. There are some really tricky subjects dealt with and I couldn’t help but put myself in the shoes of the characters. I struggled to come up with answers as to how I would deal and cope with the loss of a loved one. Could I have dealt with the grief? Would I be able to move one? Can you move on from guilt, devastation, unanswered questions and losing a part of you?

This is a story about darkness. This darkness had beauty, though. We have one person who recognised another in the dark, made it OK to be there and held a hand out ready to help them step into the light. Even though there was darkness, I never felt depressed. In this story, the grieving is worn like a hoodie on a sunny day. A little out of place but comfortable and easy to hide behind. I could somewhat relate to it. I don’t mind wearing a hoodie on a sunny day and hanging in the dark every once in a while. But, lucky for me, I don’t live there.

It wasn’t all darkness. There were times that I chuckled at the adult humour, sibling banter and childhood squabbles. A restaurant owner who couldn’t cook a barbeque to save his life. Ninja warrior battles to decide who would make the final decisions on business matters. Outfit choices to help boost morale in the neighbourhood. All of these things managed to balance the bad with the good.

I admit to feeling a little frustrated at the ending and surprisingly it wasn’t because it was a bloody cliffhanger. THIS is a story that I don’t mind taking in smaller doses and I’m kind of happy to take a break. There is one certain person that I would LOVE to kick in the butt right about now and give him a lecture on doing his job properly.

I survived and after writing this review I’m a wee bit calmer. Hubby has stopped laughing and the boys are willing to walk into my room without fear of getting their heads ripped off. Now, it’s time to rest, recover and wait for The Brightest Sunset.




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