"The Kissing Room" is not your typical cheery romance for a Sunday afternoon. Rather, it’s a dark, disturbing story that threatens to repel the reader with its brutal honesty, while simultaneously compelling him to read on, anxious for resolution.
This fast-paced story is hardly a chronological one, beginning in the middle of the action, and then alternating between what happens next and what happened before. The story fluctuates between gentle, romantic, or bittersweet moments and truly ugly, stomach-churning scenes of violence and despair. Even the nastiest situations, however, are not described graphically or in lengthy detail, though neither are they for the faint of heart.
"The Kissing Room" is told in the engaging, first person voice of Merle, a woman whose short life has already seen too much tragedy, making her wizened and weary beyond her years. While the reader may not agree with her choices or even understand her reasons for making them, it is impossible not to sympathize with this character and want to see her prevail. The character of Lain was less clear to me, and I wasn’t always sure I liked him, but that wasn't important; I was rooting for Merle, and if he made her happy, that was good enough for me.
The Irish pub setting of the story is unique and authentic, with both the language and the details bringing it to life. I could always see and feel the story happening as though I was a participant, rather than some disconnected voyeur. The only time I felt thrown out of the story was when the point-of-view suddenly changed from Merle's to Lain's for a brief passage near the end. I understand why the author did this, but for me, it broke the spell. Fortunately, I was so caught up in wanting to know what would happen, I just ignored it and went on.
Clearly, "The Kissing Room" is not what you'd call a “beach read” with its violence and macabre themes, but that doesn't mean you won't enjoy it. I read the book nearly straight through, and only stopped because of an unavoidable interruption. I was annoyed to have to pause the action going on in my head, and went back to it as soon as I could—I just _had_ to see how it would end. When it is all said and done, Cheryl Anne Gardner’s "The Kissing Room" is a deeply touching love story; you just won’t know it til it’s over.
(reviewed the day of purchase)