Ryan’s Bed…Review

Review: This is going to be a serious post because of the serious nature of this book. I wasn’t sure exactly what I was getting into when I started this book even though I read the blurb. I felt so many things while reading this book. Once I finished it I found myself reading the last 2 pages over and over again, then sitting there for a few moments and truly processing what I just read. This book deals with some heavy stuff and as a person who has experienced death but not as close to me or in that manner that this young lady lost, I was at a loss for words. But because I couldn’t relate doesn’t mean I couldn’t empathize. Which I did a lot. It wasn’t super emotional like some books and although I didn’t cry, I kept thinking, “wow, this is simply horrible.” Please don’t take this as a reason not to read the book. I wholeheartedly enjoyed the read but not in the typical happy-go-lucky way I usually do. This is the type of book that makes you want to go hug your kids or somebody’s kid and say, “Hey, I love you and everything’s gonna be alright.” This book definitely made me rethink how I deal with people that are grieving. For me, I tend to process things and move forward. I understand that death is a part of life so I tend to not dwell and accept it as fact, however, that doesn’t give me or anyone the right to tell someone to “get over it already” and that is what I feel the overall message of this novel is. It shows grief in a way that I never looked at, and through the eyes of a minor. It made me, as an adult, stop and think about how I deal with my kids when they are going through something, whether it be grief for just something they are going through. You’ll have to bear with the teen angsty stuff to really get the message but overall this is a story of a family losing its way and finding it again with the help of a friend who understands. I really can’t put into words in the right words a proper review of Ryan’s Bed other than it’s worth the read. 4 stars from me guys.

ryan's bedBlurb: I crawled into Ryan Jensen’s bed that first night by accident.

I barely knew him. I thought it was his sister’s bed—her room. It took seconds to realize my error, and I should’ve left…
I didn’t. I didn’t jump out. I didn’t get embarrassed.
I relaxed.
And that night, in that moment, it was the only thing I craved.

I asked to stay. He let me, and I slept.

The truth? I never wanted to leave his bed. If I could’ve stayed forever, I would have.
He became my sanctuary.

Because—four hours earlier—my twin sister killed herself.

Ryan’s Bed


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