Book Review: Water Under the Bridge by Jennifer A. Payne

Water Under the Bridge Jennifer A. Payne https://linktr.ee/jenpayne 132 Pages “She thought about him often over the years. Looked him up online occasionally to see where he was and if he was all right. It wasn’t until last fall that she found his email address, and several months more before she got up the courage to write.” So begins the epistolary novel WATER UNDER THE BRIDGE by Connecticut writer Jen Payne, a sort-of love story told through a series of emails, about two people who reconnect after 15 years apart and work to reconcile their pasts…and futures.
 Influenced by the work of Brené Brown and a proponent of the bravery of storytelling, Payne says “WATER UNDER THE BRIDGE is about having the courage to speak our truths; it’s about trust and vulnerability, and about the true blessings found when we open our hearts – come what may.” I usually only review books, but a book by a zinemaker? Yeah, I will make an exception for that. Water Under the Bridge accompanied me while I waited for day surgery, and it was quite the lovely companion indeed. Water Under the Bridge opens as written above with our main character contemplating and sending off an email… What follows is a story about the past, nostalgia, and things coming full circle primarily through email exchanges. This is a fairly short and easy read, but that suited the style of the story. Everything was well-balanced, from the brief interjections of our main character’s personal thoughts (separated out by grey pages – to mentions of water that alluded to the title and themes without being to heavy-handed about it. The story itself says enough but not too much, with both characters having distinct voices. Her trepidation. His enthusiasm. You can easily be drawn into their exchanges and emotions, filling in whatever pieces you care to fill in without it needing to be laid out on the pages. ‘Water Under the Bridge’ is really the perfect title for this. The story is about the shine of old memories and nostalgia, the temptation to wade back into those waters, and the reminders of of why the bridges were built over them in the first place. It’s bittersweet, had me smiling, had me sighing, and even had me thinking about all the times that I have almost been swept away into doing something similar. Memories and hopes that maybe things could be different this time… All up, I quite enjoyed Water Under the Bridge. It is like a beautiful painting: there for you to enjoy and take from it what you will without demanding anything from you but a bit of time to enjoy it.