How do you get there, darlin’? Well, na’, you start by taking Brighten Place. Follow that road all the way down to Marigny Street. After you travel a little distance you’ll come to an old Red Dirt Road, and that road will take you even further, to Lotus Blossom Lane, but you’ve already been that way. Na’ you’re exactly where you should be, darlin’. You’ve arrived at The Crossroads of your life.
Gabriel Roberts is the most famous movie star in the world. He has everything one man could ever want. He has everything except the one thing he feels will fulfill his purpose and complete his life.
Raphael Rose is dying of pneumonia. As he waits on the waning clock of mortality to chime, he has a story to share. One of star-crossed lovers he has never lost hope for.
Two doors down, Madam Catalina has her own story – a shocking past, a love of a lifetime left undone.
Locked behind the doors of Charity Hospital during Hurricane Evangeline, the tangling of souls has unraveled and left each of them at the crossroads of their life. And in the end, whichever road they choose will lead them home.
“What does that even mean?” I turn around and look, curious to see what has him so captivated. “Hold my brain; be still my beating heart. The ride has stopped.” I breathe out. “I’m going to lose all my hair. Whoop, there it goes, now get me to the church on time.”
The woman Brad was making the coffee for. I hear his voice now, bad, bad Leroy Brown, back at the coffee station, screaming about adding ice cubes to her coffee. He was hiding this beautiful woman—the most beautiful woman my eyes have ever seen. Her hair is the color of fall—deep red and golden, as if the sun itself streaked and tangled through the auburn. It is long and thick, wavy but not curly. She has the most gorgeous hair I’ve ever seen—it’s wild, in a natural way. She has bright eyes that are expressive, caressing everything and anything they fall upon. She’s wearing a black shirt, old jeans, and flip-flops.
I can hear the sea of pastels singing loudly in Pastor Williams’ room now. They’re serenading him. But I believe it’s a sign from heaven. Moved they did, moved mountains for me it seems.
All of the pressure I was feeling just, whoosh. It’s gone. All of me is being directed toward all of her, whoever she is. All that I’m feeling, all my thoughts, the beating of the heart inside of me, is being pulled in her direction. I am sure this is how nature feels after the first drops of rain touch earth, after going an entire season through a terrible, terrible drought. There is something so intimately familiar about her, but something so extraordinarily foreign.
Who are you? Who are you? I know you, don’t I? I can’t imagine not knowing you…
I watch intensely as she takes a book out of her over-sized bag. My eyes absorb every move she makes. I cannot process anything at all, anything but her. She situates herself in the chair, getting comfortable. She thumbs through pages, searching, analyzing, studying something. She takes a pen and begins to write. She removes her feet from her shoes and pulls them up on the chair, using her knees as a table. Brad says something to her. She sticks the pen in her mouth, runs her finger across the page, her eyes never wavering from the book, and answers him, but I cannot hear what they are saying, because the humming from Pastor Williams’ room is drowning out any other noise.
God, if I can only look into your mind. What would you say? What story would you tell me? Where have you been? Just…who…are…you? I don’t know, but I can’t imagine my world without you in it.
I shake my head, trying to shake my life back into some sort of firm grounding.
She laughs. It is hearty and full of life—so beautiful. Everything inside of me needs to reach out to her. I want to find her, like I’ve lost her. But how do you find someone you’ve never had in the first place?
*I received a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review*
I have been waiting for this installment in the Saving Angels Series. Since I read Marigny Street, the first installment, I would wonder what was going to happen with Eva and Gabriel. While I enjoyed Michael and Layla’s stories in the middle, I just couldn’t wait to see what happened with the original characters.
By the end of this book, I loved the story, so I will start by stating I was initially going back and forth between not enjoying it and loving it. Ms. Welch is an incredible storyteller and writer. Her attention to detail and use of words and symbolism is just incredible. I was truly captivated by the beauty of her words, throughout all of the books. There were times I felt the story would drag on or become somewhat repetitive. It also seemed that sometimes there was too much detail, which I think may have aided in the dragging on feeling, but even still, the excessive detail was beautifully written. I found the mix of two stories in one book to be both creative, but sometimes confusing. However, as all of the connections between the characters begin to link together I felt that it was worth it, everything made sense in the end. I will also add that how I imagined Gabriel through Marigny Street to how he truly is in The Corssroads surprised me. As Eva said to Gabriel, “You are way more dramatic than my dreams could’ve ever predicted,” and it was not only true and funny, but just confirmation that he is a completely different character then how the reader sees him in the first book, but it was a great little twist to an already intricately woven story. I absolutely loved this book and I love how all of the connections were made. I hope to see more of these characters in the future. I gave The Crossroads 4 out of 5 books.
Born and raised in New Orleans, Annie has a habit of shortening her words and telling long stories. She speaks with a southern flair and cooks with it too. At the tender age of twenty- one, she hitched up her wagons (took her first plane ride) and moved out west to the big shake (California). Her writing career began one sleepless night when she imagined a gorgeous woman and a man with maniacal hair floating above her like lightening bugs falling from the sky. Curious about them, their story, and why they were floating around in her head, she sat down and penned (typed) her first novel, Marigny Street. A dream come true for her, she hasn’t stopped writing since. She loves a damn good love story, always has, no matter what the genre. She is particularly moved by imperfect love that in its own unique way is perfect, the notion of love at first sight, soul mates, and things that are generally out of the norm.
When she’s not writing she enjoys dabbling in photography and finding new, inspirational music to add to her collection. She currently (still) resides in the big shake (although her southern roots are calling her home) with her husband, daughter, and their two peculiar dogs, Boudreaux and Tabasco (who, call her crazy, bark with an accent).
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