Saturday, 20 May 2017

I'll Be Yours - Jenny B Jones; Review


Book Details: 
Paperback: 342 pages
Publisher: Sweet Pea Productions (16th Mar 2016)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 0692665463
ISBN-13: 978-0692665466

Summary:

The day Andrew Levin arrives at Washington High, Harper O’Malley knows he’ll make the perfect starter boyfriend. The school’s newest band geek is totally in Harper’s league, yet completely out of this late-bloomer’s reach. Between fitting in with a new family, scoring the first chair in band, and rescuing dogs for the local animal shelter, Harper’s never had the opportunity to hone her dating skills. But even though Harper’s love life is far from perfect, she’s got the perfect plan.

Harper knows she’s insane to agree to tutor Ridley Estes, a notorious heartbreaker and the star of her high school’s football team—but in exchange, he’s offered to school her in the game of love. Just when she sees promise with her crush, a football scandal rocks her family, her town, and Ridley’s entire future. Harper suddenly has everything to lose—her family, friends, and even her heart. When the dust of the scandal settles, nothing will be the same. Including the girl who asked the most popular jock to teach her about love. 

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Review: mild spoiler alert.

I NEED ME A RIDLEY ESTES, ASAP PEOPLE, ASAP. THIS IS NOT A DRILL… *takes rapid breaths in quick succession.. calms down slightly*. This was such a fun, CUTE and lovely read - with a deeper message embedded… not so deep that it shifts the story, but enough, woven in with the beautiful story and characters, that you just finish reading it, and nod to self. Well done book, well done. 

There is, given my five start rating, MANY things I loved about this book. Ridley Estes I hear you murmur? Ehhh, he was okay *shifty eye look as heart starts beating deceptively* uhm yes we shall get on to that later. I’ll start with the writing - my first Jenny Jones book and I’ve come to love her already, for the story she brought to life, with her epic group of characters and her great writing, full of fun, humour and romance. The totally cute, squee with glee and blush type romance. 

The story is one, I’m sure many of you have read before. Nerdy girl, wants to get a guy, enlists the help of oh so handsome jock. Two fall perilously in love. Oh no, what do I do now?! Ensue mistakes galore as she comes to realise who she really wants. Cliche? TRUE. But I’m the biggest believer in cliche’s and tropes that are repeated throughout YA - when done right. This is when the writing is good, fun, great characters, and the feels are all there. I’ll Be Yours ticked all those boxes. 
I loved loved loved the array of characters in this book. My favourites probably *aside from Ridley, obvs* being Harper’s parents. Harper was adopted by the O’Malley’s when she was 9. Her past was a traumatic one.. something she never talks about, and has worked hard, alongside her adoptive parents, to move past it. The love these parents have for her, the way they show it, the way they speak about it - granted this is a fictional book, but it moved something deep within me. Hey hey, I’m not adopted myself or anything like that *despite what my brothers kept telling me up until the age of 7* but the parental love, the support, the fierce protectiveness, was something I really enjoyed reading. 

Her Dad.

“I could be in the midst of my own court battle, but I’d still get to that parole hearing. We could live across the country, and I’d still be in that courtroom to remind that judge of what happened to my daughter.”

Her Mum.

“Do you have any comment about the recent photos of your husband with his former employee, Josie Blevins?”

At that Mom stopped. She spun around on the reporter so fast, he tottered backward, and for one hopeful second, I thought he might hit the sidewalk.

Mom poked her finger right in his bloated face. “Since you know who I am, let me remind you who these three individuals are—they’re my children. And they shouldn’t have to be subjected to someone so low as to make catcalls ten feet away from the Lord’s house.” 
She stepped so close she was surely breathing his same air. 

“This is sacred ground you’re standing on, and I don’t mean because we’re at church. I mean because I’m standing on this ground. And who am I? I’m a mother. And these are my children. And if you get near them again, I will go full-on Mama Bear, throw down my handbag, and rip out your throat until it comes out your big mouth. Are we clear?”

Wide-eyed, the man nodded.
“Oh, I don’t think I heard you.” Mom reached for her purse strap.”
“Yes, ma’am! Yes, Mrs. O’Malley.”
“Good.” She exhaled loudly and found a cool smile. “You have a blessed day now. Come on, kids.”

Great stuff, eh? *claps hands* now we move on, nuh uh uh, not yet to Mr Ridley. Few more characters and things to go before I talk about him. Let’s talk instead, about how totally ADORABLE Harper’s relationship with the football team was? Her Dad being the coach and all, the boys came over every weekend to have lunch, and tradition of sorts, and they became part of the O’Malley clan. You can’t not love these boisterous boys who dote on Harper. The proof .. is in the pudding.

“No.” Humiliation was my drink of choice this weekend, so I just tipped it back and guzzled even more. “I asked him to a dance, and he turned me down.” Ten heads swiveled in my direction, chicken suspended before open mouths. “Actually he didn’t even answer.”

Hand grenades exploding in the house couldn’t have been louder than the reaction of the team.

“Gimme dat kid’s address.”
“I’m gonna punt him into Georgia.”
“I’d like to throw that freak over the goalpost.”
“That fool ain’t fit to kiss the soles of your little bitty girl shoes.”
“He gonna talk to my friends Righty and Lefty!”
“Beside me Marcus laughed and pulled me against his sweater-vest for a catch-and-release hug. “Say the word, and we will find him now.”
Dominic Vago pushed up his sleeves. “Yeah, we can call that dessert.”

I love that kind of dynamic, the sense of family and loyalty that’s earned over time. So so cute. Harper herself, to me, was such a loveable character, a genuine one that lifted from the pages. Her wit, her awkwardness, her personality, I really liked her. She has a messy past, scars that run really, really deep - but it wasn’t a show and tell thing in this book.. but instead you kinda felt it, in the way she reacted to people, to touch, to situations. She was very much a real character to me, with the realisations that dawns on her near the end, her courage in talking about her past, about her acceptance that nothing is ever perfect - it’s just reality. Her desire to rescue abandoned dogs, her banter with Mavis, her big heart - all drew me to her. I liked her a lot. 

Now.. on to the finale. LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, TAME YOUR WILD STALLION HEARTS, AS I AM NOW INTRODUCING, MR RIDLEY ESTESSSSSSSS *draws out name like they do on wrestling with that booming voice* you get the gist though eh? Man oh man, I loved Ridley. Just everything about him in this book, captured my heart. Sure, he comes across as your typical jock, arrogant, good looking, mean - but we all know how that plays out in YA right? The thing I liked most about his character, as lame as this may seem - was what a gentleman he was. The way he would put his hand lightly on Harper’s back to guide her when walking. The countless times he’s shrugged out of his jacket and draped it on her. The way he opens doors and pulls out chairs for her. His manners, the way he checked if Harper was 110% comfortable moving forward with things she had no experience in. The simple things, really make a character. This has to be one of my fav parts of the book, which is saying a lot, given how many parts I do adore. Brace yourself ladies. *and guys* the full passage will be found at the end of this review. You can thank me later. 

Is this review getting too long? I think it may be. You know me.. me and my ramblings. Let me summarise so it gives you time to go and pick yourself a copy of the book. With great writing, great characters, depth, and steamy chemistry between the two leads, I couldn’t have asked for anything more from this lovely YA contemporary.. except maybe that I wished it was longer, just so I get more dosage of Ridley, the O’Malley’s and the football boys. Jenny B Jones - I need more. But for now.. enjoy the scene below. 

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“Here.” Before the evening chill swept over me, Ridley shrugged out of his jacket and eased my arms into it. I tried to imagine it was Andrew’s, but for some reason I couldn’t even bring up a memory of his face. All I could see was this boy in front of me.

“If the guy is the right one”—I sucked in a breath as Ridley pulled me to him—“and if he’s holding you right, you won’t be thinking about stray dogs.”

“This seems to be more your thing,” Ridley said, his voice near my ears as we swayed to the slow-moving song. His body was warm, and I had the strongest urge to rest my head on his shoulder, to shut my eyes and let all my problems disappear in the fog that swirled around me. The terrace was empty, save for the two of us. Gaslit lamps stood on iron stands, giving the look of rustic candlelight. ”

His laugh tickled my ear. “I think it’s time we took the next step . . . in your tutorial.”
Ridley leaned closer. His face hovered inches from my own. His eyes searched mine, and his challenge levitated in the sliver of space between us. “Kissing.”
“Kissing,” I repeated dumbly.
“That’s right.” His gaze dropped to my lips. “You’re going to want to take notes.”
“Is that so?” I wondered if he could hear my heart thudding in my chest.
“The lesson’s already started, in case you’re wondering.”
“I don’t know that this is really necessary.”
“Oh, kissing is very necessary. And I recall it being your idea.” Ridley had yet to retreat. If anything, he had somehow gotten closer. His left hand reached out, slid up my stiffened arm. It slowly journeyed back down. Rested on my hand. 

"I’m not going to hurt you.” He gave my fingers a squeeze. “Do you believe that?”
My answer left my lips before I had time to think. “Yes.”
“Have you noticed you don’t totally recoil anymore when I touch you?”

I had noticed. He had somehow made the short list of people who could handle me without making me want to barf on their shoes.
“Do you want to proceed?”
I nodded. Then let out the air I didn’t know I’d been holding.
“You stay stop, I stop. Got it?” His smile was kind, heartbreaking even. “It’s just a kiss.”

“Let us continue.” That gentle smile turned a little wicked, lifting his cheeks, lighting his eyes. He picked up my hand, and his skin, roughened from football, was an electric abrasion on mine. He waited a long moment, as if letting me adjust to the feel. Lifting my fingers to his lips, his eyes now on mine, daring me to look away, he turned over my palm. And pressed his lips in the warm center.
“Lesson twelve.” His breath was a caress on my hand. “An amateur goes straight for the lips, stays there.”

Good heavens, I couldn’t move if a tornado screamed into the room and spun us about.
“But someone who knows what he’s doing,” Ridley continued, his voice gravelly and deep, “he knows there’s more ground to cover. To explore.” Ridley’s gaze dipped to my hand then back to me. “Just part of the fun.” And with that, he pressed his open mouth to my palm again. As if the nerve endings were directly connected to my heart, my chest fluttered and jumped. My thoughts tripped over themselves, caught as a new heat wrapped around me and filled my every cell. I couldn’t think.”

All I could do was . . . feel. This was so going in the diary.
“And then,” he said, “you might use that hand to pull the person in.” He did just that. So close my hand landed on his chest to keep my balance. A prayer couldn’t have fit between us. “You getting this?” Words eluded me, sentences beyond possibility. “Yes.”
He looked at me as if I were a mystery he wanted to solve, a present he wanted to unwrap. “Then you focus on your target.”

His attention on my mouth had me sucking in my bottom lip, worrying it with my teeth. With a faint laugh, Ridley framed my face with his hands. He rubbed his thumb over that same lip. “You might say something complimentary at this point.” That thumb teased my lip again in a slow, excruciating slide. “Like how I love the scent of you. Or how I think about your lips. Too often.” 

He began to close the distance again, his head tilting, leaning.
“Ridley—”
He lazily lifted his eyes to mine, his mouth hovering so close. He quirked a dark brow in question.
“I . . . I don’t know where to put my hands.”
His thumbs now aimlessly caressed my cheeks. “Lots of places for hands. It’s like a multiple choice test you can’t get wrong.” He waited. Smiled. Watched. “Give it a try.”
“Right,” I breathed.
I thought of every romance novel I had ever read, every movie makeout scene I’d watched.
My hands seemed to be detached, almost robotic as I lifted them.
Started at Ridley’s chest.
Wondered about his back.
Considered his neck.
Stayed away from his butt.

“You’re thinking too hard.” Then, as if trusting me to figure it out, he pressed a featherlight kiss to my cheekbone. Then two more just like it, creating a trail of shivery sensations. “Go with what you feel.” He continued to kiss. And when his lips closed on my neck, I sucked in a breath and slinked my arms around his waist and pulled him tight. Whatever he was doing, it was heaven.
His laugh vibrated against my chest. “Good girl.”
Was it okay to move my hands? What were the rules? I hesitantly walked my fingers up his back, felt the muscle, traced it through his shirt.
“O’Malley?”
“Yes?”
His lips moved from my neck to the space near my ear. “I’m going to kiss you now.”
“I thought that’s what you’ve been doing.”
“Just the warm-up.”

Ridley’s mouth descended, and I lost all sense of time and space. Gravity eluded me, and my heart floated about. I felt just the slightest touch, his lips on mine, his—
He stopped. “You’re not breathing.”
What was with all this talking? “Of course I am.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No.” The single word came out a little too loud.
“I don’t want to push this.”
“But it’s just a tutorial,” I said. The stars flickered overhead, the night breeze sang all around. “It means nothing. Right?”
A wayward strand of hair escaped, and Ridley reached out and slid it behind my ear. 
"It’s okay to tell this dude to go slow. It’s okay to say you have . . . boundaries.”

Ridley was worried about me. Me and my odd assortment of mismatched baggage. “Maybe I’m tired of the boundaries.”
“Not in this department. Do not make it open season for this guy.”
I laid my hand on his chest, felt the rapid beat of his heart. “You’re a good guy, Ridley Estes.”
Then he crushed his smiling lips to mine.

Good heavens. Ridley Estes kissed like a Beethoven symphony. It was power and beauty, a crescendo of fire and grace. His lips on mine, his hands now holding my face, angling it to draw me closer. His tongue traced my bottom lip before capturing it again. “Close your eyes, O’Malley.”
And I did.

But not before seeing that hard face soften, his features relax as if completely unguarded.
Then Ridley seemed to pull back, slow it down. As if he’d decided to savour and take his time. I knew I was awkward. My nose hit his more than once. But he didn’t laugh, didn’t say a word. Just held me tight and kept his mouth fused to mine. My hands slid up his chest and around his neck. I marvelled at the heat of his skin. The heat within me.

He drew his lips away from mine, and I heard him sigh heavily before pressing one final kiss to my forehead. “You think you’ve got it?”
While I willed my legs to keep me upright, my eyes drifted open to find Ridley watching me, an unreadable expression on his dark face. “Not bad,” I said.
He grinned at that. “You’ve had better?”
“Danny Jacobson’s kiss did come with nachos.”



Monday, 15 May 2017

Love and First Sight - Josh Sundquist; Review


Book Details:
Hardcover: 288 pages
Publisher: Little, Brown (3rd Jan 2017)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 0316305359
ISBN-13: 978-0316305358

Summary:

Love is more than meets the eye.

On his first day at a new school, blind sixteen-year-old Will Porter accidentally groped a girl on the stairs, sat on another student in the cafeteria, and somehow drove a classmate to tears. High school can only go up from here, right?

As Will starts to find his footing, he develops a crush on a sweet but shy girl named Cecily. And despite his fear that having a girlfriend will make him inherently dependent on someone sighted, the two of them grow closer and closer. Then an unprecedented opportunity arises: an experimental surgery that could give Will eyesight for the first time in his life. But learning to see is more difficult than Will ever imagined, and he soon discovers that the sighted world has been keeping secrets. It turns out Cecily doesn’t meet traditional definitions of beauty—in fact, everything he’d heard about her appearance was a lie engineered by their so-called friends to get the two of them together. Does it matter what Cecily looks like? No, not really. But then why does Will feel so betrayed?

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I had no idea Josh Sundquist was a Youtuber. Now how is that possible? But nonetheless, I was so excited about this book, it had been on my to-be-read list for ages. Blind kids starts to see and the world isn’t quite up to scratch. Epic stuff, eh?

Sadly this just wasn’t my kind of book. There were a few elements of the book I did enjoy, but overall, I struggled to actually finish this book in the first place. Granted, I was reading two other books at the same time, but there was nothing in this book that made me want to speed-race to the end, nothing really to pull me through the story. The writing, though good, especially for a Youtuber as his debut book, the story itself was lacking. 

The beginning few chapters were good and really got me interested, and I enjoyed (probably not the best word to use) reading about the kind of life someone blind leads; the everyday struggle with basic things that I really do take for granted. What I found really cool was the concept of perspective which our main character explains, isn’t something he actually gets. How can you have perspective for something when you have nothing, no visual markers, to compare it to? For someone who was born blind, how exactly are you suppose to understand the concept that some things look smaller when far away and get bigger as you get closer? That was so fascinating to me and I appreciated the author did loads of research to make this as authentic as possible. But for me at least, there’s a stuff a huge leap between writing authentically from something you yourself have experienced, to writing about something you have no experience with. It’s not the same thing, but still, I will say, the author did a good job with this and it was respectfully done. 

The characters however, felt really underdeveloped to me. Even the main character, though this is all told through his narrative, felt lacking in depth and true emotion, it was all explained and not really something felt, you know? Does that even make sense? I just felt like as I was reading it, that this was just a book and not really a story that I was getting invested and interested in. There was no chemistry between the main character and the love interest either, despite understanding what drew them together, I didn’t really feel anything for either of them. 

The story kind of went off track for me too; we see that Will decides to go after Cecily, but in between that mission, there’s a detour for him to see as many things as he can, while he can, with the impending possibility that his newfound eyesight after surgery might be relapsing. I get it in theory; this is his chance to see what he can just in case this does all fall through, but again, I didn’t feeeeel it. There should have been angst, a certain level of fear and vulnerability to have found something only to have the threat of it going hanging over you. But I felt none of it. In that sense, given it is YA, this was a very amateurish YA book; there surface elements were all there, but I feel like it may have been too much of a stretch to write this as a first book. In the hands of a more experienced author, this story could have had real depth. Don’t get me wrong, having said that, Josh made a great effort with this book. Just for me, I struggled to find something really engaging to get me to the end and went weeks without reading it - only to pick it up and finish it just to finish the book off. Great pun with the title and great fun with the cover - but this book just wasn’t for me. 

Saturday, 13 May 2017

P.S. I Like You - Kasie West; Review


Book Details:
Paperback: 336 pages
Publisher: Point; Reprint edition (25th July 2017)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 1338160680
ISBN-13: 978-1338160680

Summary:

Signed, sealed, delivered…

While spacing out in chemistry class, Lily scribbles some of her favorite song lyrics onto her desk. The next day, she finds that someone has continued the lyrics on the desk and added a message to her. Intrigue!

Soon, Lily and her anonymous pen pal are exchanging full-on letters—sharing secrets, recommending bands, and opening up to each other. Lily realizes she’s kind of falling for this letter writer. Only, who is he? As Lily attempts to unravel the mystery and juggle school, friends, crushes, and her crazy family, she discovers that matters of the heart can’t always be spelled out…

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Review: mild spoilers up ahead!

One word - ADORKABLE. Having previously read and loved Kasie Wests’ novel, like On The Fence and The Distance Between Us, The Fill In Boyfriend, I knew what I would get when I picked up PS. I Like You; a cute, funny, adorable read and BINGO, I was right. 

One of the main reasons I love this author and her books, is because of how (for lack of a better word) clean it is; don’t get me wrong, it’s great fun to read books that are detailed and steamy, but it’s also refreshing to read something so simple, no painful innuendos, just a girl and a guy and their feelings. It’s amazing that an author can write something as easy as hand-holding or moments of eye-contact as something that gives me butterflies and induces squueeee-worthy moments. But like I said, that’s what I love about this author and this delivered that on all counts. 

Chemistry - a lesson, let's face it, we alllll despise, suddenly became really interesting for our main character and us when one day, after scrawling on the table *inner nerd in me revolted at this act of vandalism* she comes back to find someone had WRITTEN BACK. Let's all take deep breaths now. As the book progresses, these two form a connection through their note writing; something that starts out as simple as a distraction from that dreaded class, suddenly becomes a chance for them to open up to one another, become friends.. and perhaps more?

I knew the first chapter in, who the mystery note writer was, honestly it just couldn’t BE anyone else - it was so startlingly obvious. I will admit, I was so so sceptical at first about this, because I’m not fond of a guy acting oh so cute and sensitive in mystery notes, only to behave COMPLETELY rudely, horribly and cruelly on an outward level towards the same character, or to everyone really. The old “he teases you because he likes you” really doesn’t apply or shouldn’t apply because at the end of it all, you should’t have any reason to be horrible to anyone, especially to someone you like simply to mask the fact that you do. 

But despite all this, as the book went on, I actually found myself warming to this character and ended up rooting for these two lovebirds with some major fist-pumping. Flawed as it was in my opinion, his logic, the reasons why he behaved the way he did, worked for his character, and for the way he perceived himself and his situation, why he acted the way he did. His true self, was caring, sweet, attentive, misunderstood and really, just craving affection. I loved him for that. 

"So you think I'm hot?" 
"Doesn't every girl?"
It surprised me when his cheeks turned a light shade of pink. I wasn't sure why that embarrassed him in any way. I was positive he already knew it. He ran one hand through his hair. Then he said, almost too quiet for me to hear, "You're not every girl."

I loved Lily’s family dynamic and this was probably one of my favourite things in the book - her family, as crazy as it sounds, was sweet and genuine and as the youngest of 8 siblings myself, I totally get it. Her parents were my fav, with the necklace judging competition to the pie judging competition, they were sweet and loving. Even that damn rabbit with it’s pink eyes was cute, peeing over guys and all included. Crazy as the family was, they were loveable and given the stark contrast it provided to the mystery note-writers dead-beat family, I’m glad Lily appreciated that. 

On to Lily herself, I’m not sure how much I actually liked her character. To me, she seemed somewhat selfish, presumptuous, prone to judging but also complaining about how she was judged herself. But then again, most teens (and even adults) are like this, are they not? I just couldn’t really warm to her character I guess, the same way I did to our mystery guy. Having said that, I loved reading about these two through their notes, both of with were witty and cute. Oh how I wish my high school days included any-note-passing of any kinds with a potentially cute guy. But nope, all we had was chewing gum and other unknown and unidentifiable materials stuck to the bottom of our desks. *shudder* Also, I don’t know why, but I just found this scene so so cute so I’m sharing. 

“We wedged ourselves inside and ********* pulled the door closed behind us, instantly engulfing us in blackness. He must’ve shifted to the left because his foot came down on mine. I breathed air between my teeth.”

“Sorry,” he whispered. “Where are you?”
I was so close to him I could feel his body heat, so I wasn’t sure why he couldn’t tell where I was. I put both hands up, thinking they were going to touch his back, but realized I was touching his chest instead. “Right here.” He placed his hands over mine on his chest. “Now I won’t step on you.”

This book made me laugh, made me smile really hard at the page, and even face palm myself with a resounding NOOOOOoooooOoo during a certain notebook-reading-scene. Though this book can be accused of being cheesy, I totally love it for that element and the feel-good read and sweet romance it provided; and as always, will mean I will continue to pick up more of this authors books. There were some flaws and things I didn’t particularly like in the book, but a 5 star rating for sheer enjoyability. 

“Give me your arm.” I stepped closer to him and after one second realized I had stepped between his knees that were wide on the barstool. It would seem awkward to step back now, like he affected me in some way, so I didn’t. Because he didn’t. 

But his musky scent sure was doing a number on my breathing. I took the bracelet, one end in each hand and tried to attach it around his wrist. Only now my hands seemed shaky.
“You smell good,” he said softly.

I closed my eyes for a moment, my breath catching. “Just hold still.”