Crossing the Street, by Molly D. Campbell

Beck might make a living writing erotica, but art does not imitate life, not in the least. The only time she could ever claim that she may have experienced anywhere close to it, would be when she were still with her ex-boyfriend, Bryan. Only, they’re no longer together, hadn’t been for a long while. He settled down and started a family with the one person in her life that Beck feels is her arch nemesis, the one person that could really destroy her into oblivion.

There were quite a few contrasting moments in Crossing the Street. Beck regales her single life, one without children, a personal choice she’s held onto as tightly as she can. Yet, when you witness the interactions she has with the little girl who recently moved into the neighborhood, a girl who is just as messed up and confused as Beck is, there is a much softer side to Beck. There is a deep connection between the two characters. She also claims she is better off alone, but has a hard time letting go of the new boyfriend who is practically perfect. Or the constant traffic that bombards her life, the friends, her family. A seemingly never-ending procession of people who she can’t live with but can’t ever imagine herself without. And while these contrasts might make Beck off-kilter, it makes her human. It makes her real.

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Probably the most dynamic relationship here is the one Beck has with her sister. There are a lot of issues left unresolved, on both ends. When the chips are down, often times we have no one else to turn to but our family, and both women have a lot to prove to the other. Is there reliability there, can they salvage their damaged relationship and find some new norm? Or, is it doomed?

This story is simplistically told, in a way that makes you feel as though you’re hearing a story from a good friend. No unnecessary flourishes. No unwanted baggage. Just the unfolding of a woman’s life while she carries around a lot of emotional scars from her past, scars that prevent her from moving forward. The type of scars the majority of us have dealt with in our own lives, bringing an honesty to Beck and the people in her world.

Originally reviewed for Chick Lit Central

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