Review #602
Finally! A 5/5 star rating! I picked this up at the airport terminal during a flayed flight not realizing it came out that exact day.
‘Poetry in motion’ is how the heroine is described. But it’s also how this book should be described. Yes, it’s a tiny bit sappy and mushy at times, but the prose are breathtaking and emotionally blissful. I’ve liked all of Ashley Poston’s past works, but this one made me a lifelong fan.
This book gave me all the goods. A bad boy musician who is truly a misunderstood softy? I’m on board. A North Carolina setting? Yes, please! And don’t get me started about the perfect representation of her mom’s diagnosis and how she dealt with that throughout the story.
My random rambling notes while reading:
“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 actually highlighted way more than usual but won’t show each memorable quote because there’d be too many.
Sometimes the internal thoughts and verbal dialogue back and forth are a little confusing and I have to reread often to make sure I catch it all.
At the halfway mark I’m super glad they’re forced to work together.
Laugh out loud moment- s“Have you ever had a piniwi margarita on a barge held together by duct tape and prayers?”