Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Publication date: August 7, 2018
Publisher: Atria Books
Format: eARC, 400 pages
How I got it: From the publisher
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Calla Fletcher wasn't even two when her mother took her and fled the Alaskan wild, unable to handle the isolation of the extreme, rural lifestyle, leaving behind Calla’s father, Wren Fletcher, in the process. Calla never looked back, and at twenty-six, a busy life in Toronto is all she knows. But when Calla learns that Wren’s days may be numbered, she knows that it’s time to make the long trip back to the remote frontier town where she was born.
She braves the roaming wildlife, the odd daylight hours, the exorbitant prices, and even the occasional—dear God—outhouse, all for the chance to connect with her father: a man who, despite his many faults, she can’t help but care for. While she struggles to adjust to this rugged environment, Jonah—the unkempt, obnoxious, and proud Alaskan pilot who helps keep her father’s charter plane company operational—can’t imagine calling anywhere else home. And he’s clearly waiting with one hand on the throttle to fly this city girl back to where she belongs, convinced that she’s too pampered to handle the wild.
Jonah is probably right, but Calla is determined to prove him wrong. Soon, she finds herself forming an unexpected bond with the burly pilot. As his undercurrent of disapproval dwindles, it’s replaced by friendship—or perhaps something deeper? But Calla is not in Alaska to stay and Jonah will never leave. It would be foolish of her to kindle a romance, to take the same path her parents tried—and failed at—years ago. It’s a simple truth that turns out to be not so simple after all.
I received a complimentary copy of this book for review consideration. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.
Y’all, I loved The Simple Wild. I loved it so freaking hard. So much so that I’m not even sure I can put all the things it made me feel into words. At this point — days after finishing — I can barely think about it without getting all teary eyed. The book hangover from this one was so very real. It wrecked me in the most amazing way possible and I loved every single thing about it… even the tears.
The Simple Wild was so much more than a romance. In fact, as much as I enjoyed the romance, I was here for Calla’s story and all the feels. And boy, were there a lot of them. I’d seen countless reviews touting this book as amazing, emotional and K.A. Tucker’s best work yet. I can’t deny any of those things. I can’t tell you the last time a book made me FEEL as much as this one did. The good, the bad and the ugly — I was here for all of it. And I felt every single bit of it. It was so easy to put myself into Calla’s shoes and live everything she was experiencing as though it was happening to me. Every emotion I felt was heightened and I’m still not entirely over all of it. I’m not sure I ever will be.
There’s no doubt this is a special book. I’m not going to waste your time talking about the plot so I don’t run the risk of giving anything away. What I am going to do is tell you that from the setting to the characters to their development to the romance, it all struck a chord with me. While Calla rubbed me slightly the wrong way initially, I loved and respected her so much by the end of the book. Her growth was amazing. And understandable, given what she was dealing with. Feels for days. Jonah was pretty great in his own right. I have a thing for the grumpy recluse-ish guys in books. I might’ve side-eyed him a bit in the beginning because he was obviously taking something out on Calla, but it wasn’t long until I was swooning.
While the romance wasn’t my favorite part of the book, I still loved how it all progressed. (I still LOVED the romance, don’t get me wrong!) There was a delicious slow burn as Calla and Jonah moved from strangers to friendship and then more. It so perfectly aligned with her character growth and the situation with her dad. Calla blossomed throughout this book. Not only did she discover who she really was, she put old regrets and hurts to rest and moved on. It really was quite beautiful, if sad at times.
The Simple Wild is a read-in-one-sitting kind of book. I’ll be adding it to my “to be reread” shelf soon. It’s one of those books I turn to when I need to FEEL, to hit the reset button. It’s gorgeous and special. If it’s not on your TBR, it should be.
What am I supposed to do with this information? How am I supposed to feel about possibly losing a person who has only ever hurt me?
These people—strangers—see a pretty, well-dressed girl embracing life. None of them know the real story—of why I’m here, of why I’m already thinking about going home. They can’t sense my loneliness, or the knot in my stomach. That’s the magic of social media, I guess. But there’s also an odd comfort to hiding behind the illusion. If I state at myself beside the orange-and-yellow toy plane long enough, and reread the effervescent caption enough times, maybe I’ll start to buy what I’m selling, too.
I’ve spent the last twelve years dwelling on all the things Wren Fletcher isn’t. I should’ve had the guts to come and find out all the things he is.
Do you plan to read The Simple Wild?