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Okay, so I stumbled across this little beauty today, and OMGsh I’m in love.
Synopsis via Goodreads:
“I met him at a carnival, of all corny places. The summer I turned eighteen, in that chaos of neon lights and cheap thrills, I met a man so sweet, so beautiful, he seemed to come from another world. We had one night: intense, scary, real. Then I ran, like I always do. Because I didn’t want to be abandoned again.
But I couldn’t run far enough.
I knew him as Evan that night. When I walked into his classroom, he became Mr. Wilke.
I don’t know if what we’re doing is wrong. The rules say one thing; my heart says screw the rules. I can’t let him lose his job. And I can’t lose him.
In the movies, this would have a happy ending. I grow up. I love, I lose, I learn. And I move on. But this is life, and there’s no script. You make it up as you go along.
And you don’t pray for a happy ending. You pray for it to never end.”
I want it. I want it very badly.
I have been waiting for a book like this, for SO LONG. Like, like you don’t even understand.
The writing, I have been informed, is gorgeous. And, honestly, if I can find another author that can write like Melina Marchetta, I will be a very happy girl indeed.
But you know when you read a book that had a plot you loved, characters that you liked, but the writing was ehhhhh?
BUT. BUT. I am hoping that this will be the exception to the circulating dilemma that is plaguing authors now-in-days. I have read good reviews about it, and I am hoping for the best.
If you know what this torment is like, and you’ve read a book that had writing that made you want to sing with joy, please tell me. Like, seriously. I need it in my life.
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