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264 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 26, 2011
"Every time i think of you,it always turns out good...
I stumbled across this one quite by accident after seeing a friend's status update and I just knew from the beginning this was going to be special.This Author can write and I'm still surprised by how many wonderful MM Authors that are out there that don't have more recognition.
I feel as though I'm repeating myself here but if you're interested in reading this don't read reviews because quite a few give indications about the subject matter.
This one completely stole my heart
It starts with a strange sexual encounter that will connect two characters and have a profound effect on their young lives.
Everett is beautiful,popular,enigmatic and has an easy charm about him.
Reid is a bit awkward,no one really sees him.
Their story is quite beautiful but not always easy to read but I just loved it.I read this in one sitting,I couldn't read it fast enough.Trust me,even if YA isn't your thing but you love MM ,this one will captivate you,“There are so many things we can’t do, places we can’t be ourselves. Here,” his upward glance drew me to the dark tree branches, oaks mostly, canopied above us, “God sees us and likes it.”But, you know, I hope you don’t mind me calling you my boyfriend. I’m not sure what we are, except you’re the most important person to me.(...)
…” I couldn’t explain how he’d inspired me, driven me to grow, and by loving him love myself. “(...)
“Are you happy?” “Every time I think of him.” Helen folded a sweater and said, “I guess people who are meant to be together will always find their way.”
And that last quote really is what this book is about
I can't really put into words how much I loved this book.The story is narrated by Reid but at no point did I feel the need to hear Everett's voice because Reid's voice is really all you need here.
It's a powerful story.A powerful love with all the insecurities that are inevitable with young love.
Highly Recommended.
"People who are meant to be together will always find their way."
Where the hell have you been all these years?
“We’re gonna be great together.”
“I’m okay! I finally found the person I’ve been searching for!”
About a week later, a small box arrived in return. Fortunately, my parents respected my privacy and hadn't opened it. Inside a large plastic bag was one of his jock straps.
“You know what I need? If you have any other boyfriends who take trains and bang up cars and break into houses and get drunk and practically fuck in front of your parents, one at a time, if you recall, just to be with you, I’d really like to meet him. He sounds like a great guy.”
"Be good. And if you can't be good..."
"Be perfectly wicked!"
I knew with every postcard Everett imagined just such a gazebo, except we were two cute little bike messengers, without the girl, or the Nazis, or even the bike, but definitely the rain.
“That day… in the forest?”
“Mmm,” I mumbled.
“… was like I conjured you.”
“Hmm?”
“I wasn’t just doing that to do it. I was hoping for someone as daring, as crazy as me. And there you were.”
Everett: "Mmm. Cream of Reid."The writing style might seem strange at times, the author has a thing for starting a scene backwards which messes with the sequence of things. And it's true, that the first part of the book would benefit from less description and more dialogue/action. But it doesn't matter, because then, a paragraph of three lines packs a punch:
Or Reid: "I wanted to say how something so clearly human endeared him to me even more, but I guessed it would hardly be romantic to compliment his farting."
"Well, I love you like I want to."
- "Just go home. We'll talk later."
We didn't, for three months."
Meet Everett's father:"So, you're bringing a case for the right to...make out with my son with scientific evidence? That's certainly a bit more dry than that jerk who asked for Holly's hand in marriage."
Or Reid's mum: "On special nights, hams appeared topped with pineapples and pink cherries, or roasts were adorned with amusingly trimmed potatoes. It wasn't until I'd dined at boyhood friends' homes that I realized such meals weren't a joke to other people."
I'm afraid the cover doesn't help this book much. I would have loved a Ryan McGinley type photo of two naked bums in snowy woods. Maybe for the next edition?