The Life That Got Away alternates between adventures of the narrator’s past cross-country road trip and his current adjustment in Seattle. Dealing with Beatrice’s rejection of his desire to right her wrong–as well as her not-so-subtle rejection of him–he sees all through gray-colored lenses. Love is dead, he claims. But is it? Believing it is so makes it so, and he fails to see the beauty and love all around him, even blossoming in another woman’s desire for him.
Clay Sauls takes the reader deep in the mind of a man alternately dealing with a noble mission and rejected love. Who has not traveled both courses, even like the narrator, at the same time?