Sounds Like Love

Author: Ashley Poston

Release Date: June 17, 2025

Genre: Contemporary Romance, Magical Realism

Publication Type: E-Book

Rating: ★ ★ ★ ★ (4/5)

Sounds Like Love

A hitmaking songwriter and a bitter musician share a st…

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Thoughts on Sounds Like Love

This was a great light read for me. I needed a break from all the intense fantasy romance books I’ve been diving into lately, and this felt like the perfect palate cleanser. It was like watching a sweet, feel-good romance movie – warm, comforting, and easy to enjoy.

I’m rating it 4 out of 5 stars. That’s mostly because reading so many fantasy romance novels lately has raised the bar for what I expect from a love story. (For context: it would’ve been a 5-star rating if it were the kind of romance that I would still be thinking about long after I turned the last page.)

Still, I genuinely enjoyed this book and wanted to make a quick post about it – especially because it had some truly beautiful quotes. Ashley Poston has a gift for capturing raw human emotions and quiet fears, and expressing them in a way that really resonated with me.

So here are a few quotes I highlighted while reading. Sharing them here as daily reminders for myself, and maybe for you too.

Favorite Quotes

And I don't care about making it big - I just want to make it. I'd rather be ten people's favorite thing than a hundred people's tenth-favorite thing.

In that moment, I realized that music could be everything. It was the feeling of existing, dancing, reveling in the pouring rain. It was magic. The kind of magic that whispered, "You have a hundred years to live", in that joyous infinite yelp that tricked you, for a moment, into believing that you could be infinite, too.

I'd forgotten what it felt like to belong somewhere, but there it was – that warm and soft feeling of home.

If you spend your entire life comparing everything to the best thing you ever made, then you aren't gonna find joy in any of it. You'll just be unhappy that they aren't like the original thing, you know?

And I decided to do whatever the hell I wanted to, because in the end, if I'm not creating something that makes me feel, then what's the fucking point?

See, things can change and other things will come in and fill their place.

We just need to write it to get it out there. The rest of it isn't up to us.

Sometimes the dreams you come with aren't the dreams you leave with, and sometimes you just don't leave at all.

You're burnt out. Give yourself a little grace about it. You're going through something no one should.

No one told you what to do after you made it to the top, after you accomplished what you set out for – no one told you that the grass wasn't greener, that you didn't feel any more whole, that whatever you were chasing and finally caught didn't fill you with the permanent kind of happiness you expected. The things that did bring me joy were so much simpler than that. I felt happiest when I was making melodies.

Forever looks a hundred different ways to a hundred different people. Why do you want to take the most boring route?

It's not stolen – love is borrowed. It's borrowed, and how lucky we are to be afraid of losing it.

We were all made up of memories, anyway. Of ourselves, of other people. We were built on the songs sung to us and the songs we sang to ourselves, the songs we listened to with broken hearts and the ones we danced to at weddings.

There was a small whisper in my heart, and I knew it was in hers, too, asking what we were made for, wanting answers in the form of art and music and beautiful things.

How do I forgive my past self for all the futures I didn't become? I don't know.

We took every day as it came. We made our holidays bigger, our birthdays grander, and we shuffled through the memories in the office and storage rooms, all the ticket stubs my parents kept and the Polaroids they took and trinkets they stole from roadside attractions and we lived the best we could in the moment. Without regrets.

You should cry as much as you want. It's not a bad thing. It never is. Grief is just a love song in reverse. The notes were still there, but they sounded a little different.