Without the characters, I don’t think I’d give a darn about these books. I hadn’t known it was possible to feel like you could fly. But more than anything, back then, it had made me feel amazing.
I suppose I’ll just get on with what makes these books so special.įigure skating had always made me feel invincible. How do you compartmentalize what you love so deeply that it all makes you happy at the same time? How can I possibly communicate the cuteness that comes with this novel? I can’t. I find it so hard, at the moment, to just zero in on one thing to talk about, because my brain is just flooded with all the epicness that was this novel (and I even have gone so far as to flood some Winnipeg moments in at the same time-Brain=FRIED). You are who you are in life, and you either live that time trying to bend yourself to make other people happy, or… you don’t.Īnd I sure as hell had better things to do with my time. She has become my new favorite terrible influence.
See? My girl Zapata taught me that little trick. How do you not know this? And, upon further inspection with a friend, it’s come to my attention that I am one picky starts with a ‘b’ and ends with an ‘itch’. That’s right, bury me with my preciouses, because I can’t live without them now! Okay, sorry to get creepy, but, again, I’m very creepy. I don’t do the dance where I can’t move on to another book very often…but this author, in the span of two months, has managed to do just that-make it impossible to read anything for a week or more after-with two novels I think I’ll take with me to my grave. Even fewer still are the moments where I can’t even finish a page because I can’t seem to find the breath to support the amount of air in my lungs it takes to supply hosting a mass amount of butterflies inhabiting my stomach, throat, and chest cavities. There are very few things in life I love as much as I love the books my favorite authors write. Unless he was doing something shitty, like taking people’s souls and stuff. I hadn’t even known he knew how to laugh…. The most I’d ever seen out of him was a smile or two around his family, specifically Karina. If someone were to ask Jasmine Santos to describe the last few years of her life with a single word, it would definitely be a four-letter one.Īfter seventeen years-and countless broken bones and broken promises-she knows her window to compete in figure skating is coming to a close.īut when the offer of a lifetime comes in from an arrogant idiot she’s spent the last decade dreaming about pushing in the way of a moving bus, Jasmine might have to reconsider everything.
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