Everyone spends their lives trying to balance their world between good and evil. – Laurell K. Hamilton
Poor Dusty Davis. So, he’s landed himself in California, with Rue and Erik and baby Alice, hoping to leave all the hard times behind him and looking for a fresh start. But then, stumbling headlong into a single moment in time that brought him face to face with his future, Dusty discovered that destiny has two faces, and though those faces are identical, they are also reflections of utter goodness and unfettered evil. Okay, maybe not evil, but kinda nasty, that’s for sure.
And contrary to what seems to be popular opinion, I liked that nasty, evil face just a little bit and want him to take a blindsided hit to his withered and shriveled little raisin of a heart, a hit that knocks him ass-over-end zone into love. But apparently, that’s just me. ::sigh:: Maybe there is no redeeming the seemingly irredeemable, but I’d sure love it if Piper Vaughn and M.J. O’Shea were game to give it a try.
Anyway, Asher Kyriakides, the aforementioned destiny and said goodness, is the face of Dusty’s happiness, a fleeting face that came into and went out of Dusty’s life so quickly he never even had the chance to give Mr. Happiness a name. Unfortunately, Dusty’s unhappiness has the exact same face, which looks good on the surface but feels so different that poor Dusty tries to force the unhappy in with the happy, and it’s just not working, and he’s really, really confused… Until he discovers that the unhappy is actually called Archer Kyriakides. Then it all becomes crystal clear that twins don’t always share that eerie sameness we’ve heard so much about, and that Archer totally missed the good-guy gene. He also missed getting a conscience when those were being passed out. We’re talking no moral compass whatsoever here. Zero. Zip. Nada. His nickname should be Lucifer. You get the picture. Archer’s a super-creep. But I loved his repugnant self just a little, even though I want him to suffer untold tortures. Go figure.
One True Thing (One Thing #2) is a sweetly romantic story of the sometimes lightning strike, often inexplicable but explicit moment when you realize you want someone, and that it’s possible to fall for that someone without really knowing him all that well, and that sometimes it takes little more than finally discovering this person wants the same things you do to make you start thinking about a future. Those things get a little complicated by other things, such as the way Asher feels about his job, his fear of the way Dusty might feel about his job, as well as by the obligation he feels to try and keep his brother from drowning in the cesspool of his many shortcomings. Seriously, Cain would approve. But Asher is not his brother’s keeper, and once he realizes that one true thing, his and Dusty’s lives become one very good thing.
I knew I loved Dustin Davis before I ever read the first sentence of this book, and I love his sweet self even more now. And while his and Asher’s story didn’t have quite the impact on me that Rue and Erik’s did—maybe that’s just a given simply because of Erik himself and of how much I loved him—I have no problems at all recommending this as a lovely follow up to One Small Thing.