Title – Losing Her
Author – Mariah Dietz
Series – His, #2
Release Date – March 1, 2015
“I loved her and she left. Maybe I wasn’t enough. Maybe I’ll never be enough.” I’ve been thinking these words since before we even got together.
Everything is new. The old no longer has a place here. Physical items are easy to replace. I’m constantly battling the ones that aren’t.
Every thought and memory I have is stained.
You weren’t even there for half of them.
How is she still present even though she left?
I can do this. I’m going to survive losing her.
*** This is the second book of the His Series, and it DOES end with a cliffhanger. The final book of the His Series, Finding Me, will release June 1, 2015***
Have you ever had your heart so completely broken by a book that you were absolutely in awe of how much the author was able to make you feel? That’s where I’m at with Losing Her. Losing Her is one of those stories that simply sticks with you, marking you and changing the way you look at other books. The continuation of Ace and Max’s story was a hurricane of unrestrained emotions, picking up where the first book left off and taking us on a journey of heartbreak after Becoming His. I expected for this book to be rougher, real, sad, and sometimes painful, but Mariah Dietz still left me breathless with this one. I couldn’t stop, reading the entire book in one sitting. It’s been a long time since an author has written characters that tug so forcefully on my heart, connecting me to them irrevocably. Ace and Max’s journey is proving to be so much more than I could have imagined and Mariah is able to transport me into their world with her words effortlessly.
“Sometimes you have to stop looking for something you already have.”
Losing Her is Max’s book. Mariah Dietz shares this part of the story through Max’s eyes and it was equal parts breathtaking and gut wrenching. Mariah developed this character so completely over the course of this book that I often times found myself forgetting that he wasn’t someone I’d known forever. His angst and anger poured off the pages, leaving me feeling just as raw and vulnerable as Max. The point of view in this book was unique. It shifted between the past, the present, and a direct conversation with the heroine. Oscillating between his past challenges, his present heartache, and his dream-induced conversations of reminiscence with Ace, Max’s world comes to life through Mariah’s words. As much as I loved Max after the first book, he managed to captivate me completely in this one. Seeing him from all angles gave this character an authenticity and dimensionality that was simply stunning.
“When things go to shit, it’s easy to be pissed at the world, but sometimes you have to look around and realize that some of the things you’re pissed at are things that it would really suck to lose.”
Mariah Dietz is certainly keeping me on the edge of my seat with this one. Twists and turns I can’t possibly fathom are constantly sneaking into this story, giving it a spontaneous quality that serves to ramp up all of the emotions. I loved seeing pieces of the first book told from Max’s point of view as he remembered certain moments with Ace. His perspective and feelings brought a sense of completeness to the story that had me falling even harder for this beautiful couple. There were moments of this story that crushed me. The devastation and loss was so genuine that I felt them deep within me. Losing Her consumed me from the second I started reading until I read that last line. Even now I’m suffering from a massive book hangover, desperate to reconcile my feelings about this book and anxious for the last book in the Ace and Max’s story. Mariah Dietz has once again floored me with her talent, writing another book that earns a spot amongst my absolute all-time favorite novels.
Well heck. I’m honestly not sure how to write this review seeing as how my heart is still laying somewhere on the ground, a little worse for wear! Losing Her by Mariah Dietz was heartbreaking and incredibly raw. The book is told solely from Max’s point of view, so while a few scenes are ones we’ve seen before, it provides an entirely new meaning. This second book in the series definitely created lots of emotion, while simultaneously caused me to hold my breath the whole way.
“I didn’t want to play your knight in shining armor. You didn’t need to be saved, your eyes made that very clear as you avoided looking at me.”
The time shifts between present day, where Ace has left, and past significant moments in their relationship. You find yourself willingly getting back on this rollercoaster with no real idea what to expect. I loved the tender moments of the flashbacks. They provided for a lightening of the mood in a book where the raw, guttural emotions were so strong. They also gave us an insight into their relationship and allowed us to further examine the chemistry between the two of them. In the present day scenes, everything was just so packed with pain and heartbreak, no matter who the story was focused on. Once the glue was gone, everyone needed to learn how to breathe again in a sense. Something about the way Dietz writes is just filled with visceral, poignant, genuine emotions that you can’t help but feel all the way down to your bones.
“People say you fall in love. That the fall can be fast or slow, sometimes easy and other times painful; but I never fell. I never even had the choice. I didn’t even get to think about it, or decide, I just was. I was in love with you.”
Much like the main characters, I felt utterly, emotionally lost. I was confused and hurt and heartbroken for them. I had to keep turning the pages in order to follow their journey. It takes a superb author to be able to suck you into a vortex with just her words and imagery, but Dietz clearly has this ability. The storyline follows Max’s attempt at healing, but he realizes it’s a lot harder than anyone would have imagined.
“’You should never have had those demons haunting you.’ ‘No, but none of us should, and yet that’s life.’”
To say that I enjoyed the story would be an understatement. I’m currently in a love/hate relationship with the author. I’d love to get inside her head and see just what she has in store for some of my new favorite characters. Becoming His sucked me in, Losing Her broke me apart, and Finding Me could have a release date of tomorrow and still be way too far away, especially with the cliffhanger readers are left with!
“Dude, you’ve got to get up.” Jameson sighs as I pull the pillow back over my head. I don’t even know what day it is anymore. I don’t care.
What adds salt to my wounds is the fact that the world keeps turning. People continue waking up and going about their day. The sun rises and sets. I hear kids laugh and play, neighbors greet one another, and birds sing, and all the while I wonder how? How does the entire world appear to be surviving this nightmare of losing her?
Hank comes to visit in June. I still haven’t heard from Ace, and yet I’m still staying at my mom’s. I can’t leave. I can’t go back to that house. I’d moved rooms shortly after she left, and now reside in the guest room on the main floor. It’s better this way. There aren’t any pictures of her in here or random memories, like the one of her sitting on my bean bag chair when I was sick last summer. I also don’t have to face the window that looks out onto hers.
Hank knows that I know mom sent for him, hoping that he’d be able to “help” me. She of all people should know that having Hank around isn’t going to help me. He’s fucking married to the love of his life; he doesn’t have a fucking clue about the shit that I’m going through.
Of all things, Hank wants to go camping. I’m sure he thinks that getting away will help. He doesn’t understand that moving rooms has helped me realize I could go to Antarctica, and things wouldn’t change; the distance isn’t going to make the pain any less.
When we get camp set up, Hank opens a cooler and passes me a beer with a giant, shit-eating grin, like we’ve just overcome a huge hurdle. Deciding that I shouldn’t rain on his little douchebag tea party quite yet, I accept the beer with merely a grimace before taking a long swig. Before long, that single swig becomes a chug, and then a guzzle as I consume more alcohol than what three people probably should.
I sit by the fire and close my eyes. My mind automatically reaches back into that locked and forbidden drawer to pull out the image of Ace, striving to recall the sound of her laugh, the feel of her touch. It brings me back to our camping trip last September, when Jameson announced that was what he wanted to do for his birthday.
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Don’t miss the rest of the His series:
Becoming His (His #1)
Finding Me (His #3)
Mariah Dietz lives in Eastern Washington with her husband and two sons that are the axis of her crazy and wonderful world.
Mariah grew up in a tiny town outside of Portland, Oregon, where she spent the majority of her time immersed in the pages of books that she both read and created.
She has a love for all things that include her sons, good coffee, books, travel, and dark chocolate. She also has a deep passion for the stories she writes, and hopes readers enjoy the journeys she takes them on, as much as she loves creating them.