Envy the Rain
By Jamie Boud

Envy the Rain, a novel

Originally published in 2005, now available in the iTunes store and on Amazon Kindle.

. . . Anyone who has been put through the wringer and had to confront the reality of letting go of the only person who has kept them alive for so long, will find a piece of themselves here. A powerful portrayal of human tragedy; depicting how life’s twists and turns can disfigure, so grotesquely, that which was once wholesome and pure. It tells of one man’s lone struggle to immortalise all that he once coveted in a relationship that no longer exists. If only we could embalm youthful innocence and keep it fresh and pure forever . . . Envy the Rain is a touching tribute not only to lost love — but also to lost innocence. The novel describes how, ultimately, in order for a man to save his own life and sanity, he needs to learn to let go of his memories and dreams of ‘what could have been’ — and close the door.
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Here we read the story of Drew, an artist who is trying to recover from the breakup of his one and only love (an 18-year relationship and he’s in his 30’s, so there you go.) Things don’t just end in Drew’s relationship—he watches his lover’s life unravel into a world of inebriety and licentiousness (see why editors tell you to use adjectives sparingly? Revised: She drinks a lot and has a lot of sex.)

So it’s a love story. Or a lack of love story. It doesn’t really matter. It’s the naive and sensitive nature with which we are guided through the story that makes it so appealing, like we are witnessing Drew’s world being involuntarily opened—a twenty-year-old at thirty-eight—and he’s taking us on the journey with him. And he tells us everything with such honesty.

How about this tasty treat:

”Gabby and Erin appeared together, laughing. They were like pebbles in a lake making ripples that spread throughout the crowd. Erin took off her overcoat and shook out her beauty. It kicked up, floated through the air, and dusted everyone.”

Imagine you (thought you) knew someone for almost two decades to find you didn’t know (or understand) them at all, to learn of infidelities—and then to watch this person’s life collapse inwardly. That is this story. And it’s a good one.
— girl on demand