The Seven Year Slip by Ashley Poston
The Seven Year Slip was a refreshing read, as it’s been a while since I’ve picked up a story with elements of magic and time travel. This was my first Ashley Poston book, and I found her writing style incredibly engaging. It is easy to follow and perfectly paced. The transitions between the time slips were seamless, keeping me hooked and eager to see what would happen next.
There’s something profoundly beautiful about Iwan meeting a version of Lemon seven years into his future. At the same time, there’s a touch of melancholy in knowing he had to wait just as long to meet her again. If I could ask for one addition to the story, it would be Iwan’s perspective, which I believe would have added even more emotional depth to the narrative.
What stood out most to me was how the author addressed the subject of grief with utmost sensitivity. While it could have easily made the story heavy, Lemon’s healing journey was heartwarming and full of hope. There were also plenty of lighthearted moments that perfectly balanced the heavier themes in the book.
Overall, this was a worthwhile read, and I’m excited to explore more of Ashley Poston’s work in the future!
Sometimes, the worst day of your life happens, and you have to figure out how to live after it.
So Clementine forms a plan to keep her heart safe: work hard, find someone decent to love, and try to remember to chase the moon. The last one is silly and obviously metaphorical, but her aunt always told her that you needed at least one big dream to keep going. And for the last year, that plan has gone off without a hitch. Mostly. The love part is hard because she doesn’t want to get too close to anyone—she isn’t sure her heart can take it.
And then she finds a strange man standing in the kitchen of her late aunt’s apartment. A man with kind eyes and a Southern drawl and a taste for lemon pies. The kind of man that, before it all, she would’ve fallen head-over-heels for. And she might again.
Except, he exists in the past. Seven years ago, to be exact. And she, quite literally, lives seven years in his future.
Her aunt always said the apartment was a pinch in time, a place where moments blended together like watercolors. And Clementine knows that if she lets her heart fall, she’ll be doomed.
After all, love is never a matter of time—but a matter of timing.