The River Leith - Leta Blake
~ Review by Lirtle Grafton

From the opening chapter, I could feel it, that this wasn’t going to be an easy read emotionally. Leith really wants to move forward with his life, but how do you do that when you’re missing parts, important parts, important memories about very important people? Zach wants the same… with Leith. It all started with a gentle scent of a reminder, cologne, and that heaviness settled into my heart. Would Leith remember? And not just remember but want to remember? Want to do what he did before? Love who he loved before? His brain wasn’t going to make it easy but maybe his heart could lead the way.

See what I mean? Difficult. Emotional. I tried to prepare myself.

“What I know is that you’re the artist of your life, and you can mold this hunk of clay into anything you want. You don’t have to take anyone else into consideration, unless you want to do so.”

Unless you want to do so.

How the hell are you supposed to try and decide which path you want to take when you can’t even see the signs? That’s essentially the position in which Leith finds himself...