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324 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 23, 2013
“For the first time in my life I wanted to experience a deep emotional connection with a woman, a connection that transcended everything.”


“He wanted us to play by all the rules that held his brain in his head. Rules that would make our compositions indistinguishable from the composer at hand. As much fun as that sounded, I was determined to breathe new life into old music.”

“Music is communication. It’s emotion. It’s passion and love and hate and expression.”

“We’d broken all the rules … then set new ones, and then broke those."



“I caught my breath because it was as if she was speaking to me in a private language only we knew. The room had narrowed, only the two of us, and the music between us.”
“Music is communication. It’s emotion. It’s passion and love and hate and expression.”
“I am in love with you, but there’s nothing I can do about it, and I’m sorry for that.”








“I caught my breath because it was as if she was speaking to me in a private language only we knew. The room had narrowed, only the two of us, and the music between us.”



You think music is this heartless engineering construct made of nothing but notes and rhythms pasted together by architects. It is not. Music is communication. It’s emotion. It’s passion and love and hate and expression. Music was around long before there were theorists to talk about rules. Music is what makes us alive.

when you play an instrument at this level, you gave it whatever it took. Your entire life. I’d devoted my life to music, letting it take priority over family, women. It took priority over everything.He can't risk getting distracted by emotions and not giving his music all he has. He sees music as a technical thing. Savannah, however, is an emotional person and refuses to see music as nothing more than heartless engineering, notes and rhythms pasted together.
What kind of man produced such incredibly emotional music, then denied that emotion had anything to do with it?Gregory is at the very top of his field and comes off as a prick in the beginning. He is not concerned about what anyone thinks of him. He's arrogant and selfish.
I wasn’t concerned with being liked. Only respected.But the moment he hears Savannah audition, something in him changes. And a few years later, when he starts teaching a class that she's attending, everything changes for him.
Never in my career had a student antagonized me as much as she did.Savannah was super defiant and always went into discussion with Gregory. She tried to be different, modern, and was not at all like Gregory. Their opinions on music were vastly different.
I was determined to breathe new life into old music.She was passionate, he was kinda dry. But you know what they say.. Opposites attract.
Quick witted, incredibly intelligent, opinionated, talented, brilliant. Her talent, her intellect, surpassed that of the vast majority of students or adults I’d known, and it was breathtakingly attractive.With Savannah, Gregory wants to feel. Only with her Gregory doesn't mind getting distracted from his music.
Because in her, I saw me as I could have been.
For the first time in my life I felt a gaping empty wound in myself, a wound I’d stuffed with nothing more than melody for all those years and suddenly that wasn’t enoughWhen Gregory and Savannah start playing music together, the sparks really start flying. Their feelings become undeniable.
What we created between the two of us was so much bigger than what either of us did alone.So they fall in love, but they can't be together because he's a teacher and she's a student. Shit blows up and the angst sets in. And really, I felt like murdering Gregory many times through the read. I have never seen two people denying themselves what they want, what they need, as much as these two have done. Okay maybe I have, but Gregory and Savannah were bad.
Savannah had shown me what I didn’t know I was missing. What I never realized I’d been craving. Connection. Understanding. No matter what was going to happen between us, she’d shown me what true love was. What it felt like. And, what it felt like when it was gone.And still he handled the situation all wrong and hurt so many people in the process. I realize that this was a pretty realistic scenario, but my problem here was more with Gregory. I didn't quite warm up to him and I didn't fall in love with their relationship. I don't know why I didn't. It just didn't happen. I guess I needed more from Gregory in the beginning. But I also get that their connection was in their music and not so much in his actions. This would've easily been a 5 star for me if there had been more emotion, but as it is I'm sticking with 4. I really enjoyed it and the writing was perfect.
Music always sounded better with him. With us.


"I held my breath, my throat tight with anticipation, and tears stinging my eyes at the absolute beauty of this seemingly elementary song he'd just taken to a level I didn't know existed... we just watched a musician with one of the sternest reputations live up to it in a classroom full of students who could only dream to play with a fraction of the greatness he possessed."
"Your must be willing to sacrifice everything for the music. This wasn't a hobby. This wasn't a nice job in an insurance company. This was an artistic calling that required the utmost passion, commitment and sacrifice."
"Not one of them would believe that we were improvising, that right there on that stage she was telling a story of hurt and anger and betrayal That she was telling me just how much I'd hurt her."
"Obsession makes people crazy.
Maybe crazy was okay if love was the reason."
"You're my heart, Savannah. Not in it. Not part of it. I'm consumed by you. Obsessed by you. I need you in my life any way I can have you. Don't tell me you don't feel the same way."
"Don't make things harder on yourself than they need to be. Love shouldn't be a fight, Savannah. It shouldn't be hard. It shouldn't tear people apart and leave everyone broken. If someone loves you, they give you all of themselves, not just parts."
“You deserve all of someone, Savannah. Not what’s left over after they’ve dealt with the rest of their life.”
“I’d rather have a few stolen moments with you over a short time than to live a lifetime wondering what it would have been like had I said yes, but chose to walk away instead.”
“I’m a musician first. My music will always come first.”
“Did I know even then? Did I know that I would become obsessed with her? That I would sometimes wake in the night and see her brown eyes, her waist, her lips on her flute as she formed magical, incredible music?”
“You’re in love with him, Savannah.”
“I know,” I whispered, covering my mouth to silence the clamor of my tears. I knew. I was in love with him. And it was a horrible mistake.
“…in her, I saw me as I could have been. Living a life that sometimes went beyond the music. Caring about other people. Having friends, dating, and loving.”
“Watching him, I thought that whatever his protestations, inside there was tremendous passion and emotion. Locked away, hidden, only released through the contact of bow and string.”
“You’re my heart, Savannah. Not in it. Not a part of it. I’m consumed by you. Obsessed by you. I need you in my life any way I can have you.”

“Music is communication. It’s emotion. It’s passion and love and hate and expression.”
“I am in love with you, but there’s nothing I can do about it, and I’m sorry for that.”
