As a BL lover, I care more about the journey than the ending itself. As a piece of entertainment, Wet Sand does an incredible job of pulling the reader into its universe. I fell in love with Ian because he feels deeply human and genuinely well-written, showing even the ugliest sides of ourselves, the ones we try so hard to hide from everyone else.
As a reader, I’d advise you not to focus too much on the endgame. To me, it was never the most important part.
Because, as you’ll eventually realize, Wet Sand is a tragedy; the tragedy of life itself. It’s about the things we never truly chose, but that still end up shaping the course of our lives, even when we convince ourselves those choices were ours.
It’s about settling for what’s familiar, even when what’s familiar is pain. And about how trauma can make us afraid of truly living and embracing new paths. But in the end, somehow, we still manage to find happiness.
