Summary of Book: When Calla gets a phone call that she’s needed in Alaska, a place she hasn’t been in for twenty plus years, to spend time with her ailing father whom she hasn’t spoken to in ten plus years, she makes the travel but she has no idea that not only will she be rekindling things with her father, but meeting the love of her love in the form of a prickly Yetti. Not only that but Calla will eventually leave Alaska with not one but two wild men shaped holes in her heart that will forever be beyond repair

“And just like that, I sense a circle closing. Back to the beginning, and near to the end.”

The Simple Wild is a viciously deceptive title. There is absolutely nothing simple about this book. From chapter one to the very last chapter, hell, even to the acknowledgments (which I never read but did this time because I needed more), were not simple.

“What hold does Alaska have on them? What makes this place worth giving everything else up?”

I intended this to be a slow read, something to pick up when I was bored but not something to hold my attention. Like the deceptive title, those thoughts were equally deceptive because when I wasn’t reading this, I was thinking about it, and when I was completely enthralled with this book, I was begging for time to stop so I could read all day. It’s safe to say that this was a fast read. It’s safe to say that this was a wholly educational, interesting, unique read. And it’s safe to say that this was an emotional, earthshattering, sobbing at three in the morning, type of reading. This book wrecked me and I’m still trying to figure out if it’s in a good way or a bad way.

“You know, we could always tell when he had gotten a phone call from you. He’d fly off without telling anywhere where he was going or when he’d be back… Drove us all nuts… Eventually, we learned that it was his way of dealing.”
“By going kamikaze?”
“By being in his favorite place, high up in the sky, getting away from everything he’d lost down on the ground.”

Not only was I invested in Calla and Wren’s relationship, but I was invested with Agnes and Mable and Jonah, especially Jonah and even Ethel and her muskrat beef jerky. K.A. Tucker has this magical way of writing in these characters and these relationships that seem so frivolous but yet, I thought about them all day. I thought about how Tucker wrote Alaska to perfection, or as close as I’d imagined. I thought about how the relationship between the Alaskan people and the small tidbits of education she sprinkled into the book were perfect and made the connection with the book and its people that much more obtainable. I thought about how utterly perfect Tucker wroke Calla and Jonah’s relationship, the perfect hate-to-love, the enemies-to-lovers dynamic between them, the way that I could feel their connection and the tension between them and most importantly, the love between them. My heart broke when theirs did and it broke many, many times throughout this book.

“‘This is my last flight, kiddo,” he announces with grim certainty. He reaches over and takes my hand and the smile on his face is oddly at peace. “And I can’t think of a better person to have spent it with.'”

There was no moment in this entire book where that didn’t have my entire attention. It read as a fast read, but it felt not nearly long enough. There’s a second book that picks up right after this one considering ends on a cliff hanger, and I’m beyond grateful that I can jump right into book number two without having to wait. So, that’s what I’m going to do right now. Tumble head first into book two to get my fix of more things Calla and Jonah.

“As long as I’m flying my planes and you’re with me, I’ll be happy but his going our separate ways bullshit? That isn’t working for me, Calla.”

Rating: 5 out of 5.

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