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266 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 16, 2015

The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.
by Lao Tzu
"The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step."
Jefferson Blythe, Esquire is about old maps, new adventures, getting lost, getting found, getting drunk, and being mistaken for an international criminal. In other words, normal summer vacation when you're in your twenties.
*** an engaging plot
*** a thrilling mystery(this time with a comedy touch, and I LOVE IT!)
*** delightful humor. I LAUGHED a LOT!
*** sweet romance. Oh God, I love these two guys. I just can't decide which one I love me.
*** CHEMISTRY between the MCs, SEXUAL tension!
*** London, Paris, Rom, Florence. The detailed descriptions, the atmosphere of these amazing cities. You were there? You love them? You'll enjoy reading about these places. I did!
*** misunderstandings, I normally hate them, BUT believe me, here I couldn't have enough of them!
*** thoughts about love, friendship and life. GREAT.
*** combination out of an easy and light read and a deep emotional subject.
*** I ADORE the first person POV in this book. Jefferson is REAL and authentic. Have you been in love? Are you? Then you have to read it.
*** THE ENDING. We know an abrupt ending a là JL. BUT THIS BOOK HAS THE BEST ENDING Josh Lanyon has EVER WRITTEN. I CRIED because it was sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo touching and soooooooooooooooooooooooo right and sooooooooooooooooooo beautiful.
And yet it is different comparing to all other Josh Lanyon's books, and maybe this new sudden freshness made is so special for me.
**Copy provided by Carina Press via NetGalley in exchange for an honest review**
***This review has been crossed posted to Jessewave*
‘I had paid for this trip and by God, I was going to enjoy it, regardless of murder, mayhem, missing eggs and having my heart broken. And if that proved my brain was not fully formed, so fucking be it.
Like the song said, “Ça sent si bon la France!” Or something.’![]()
‘No. No. No. This could not be happening again. It just... couldn’t.
I looked around for some kind of cover. I didn’t dare stay where I was. What would prevent the shooter from simply running over and plugging me? I had to move.
But convincing myself to leave even this flimsy cover was not easy. My brain said GO. My body said are you fucking kidding? and refused to budge.![]()
"In fact, it was kind of beautiful. But…TMI. Right?"
"Away from computer. Okay. Was the real message TTYL or DND or FOAD?"
"I brooded over this as I continued to walk through the crowds of people wielding selfie-sticks and cell phones. By the way, it isn’t that I object to the preservation of the moment, the documenting of an experience—I dreamed of being a filmmaker, after all—but were these people actually experiencing anything? Their backs were to the art, to each other even. Was the experience not enough unless others validated it with likes and comments and retweets?"
Travel had taught me that the world was something to engage with, not take shelter from.What's a young man to do when his fiancee just dumped him and he doesn't know how to tell his parents that he doesn't want to end up working at their architectural firm, even after they'd paid for a full ride through an architecture degree? He takes a trip using Esquire's guide to Europe from the 50s.





“I kissed him with all the skill and experience I had, and though the shape of his mouth was different and the line of his jaw was harder and the taste of his tongue was most definitely male, it simply made it easier, sweeter, more right.”



That’s the way it is with a trip to Europe. Or should be, anyhow. It’s a tremendously stimulating, exhilarating experience, but it’s also demanding. You’ve got to be up for it. You’ve got to be alert, keen, tuned in, ready. You’ve got to want it more than anything else you could possibly do right now. If not, all the excitement will just be that much irritation, and the fun will curdle and turn flat and sour to your taste.
All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware.