It's 1999 in Portland, Oregon. Lance Scott has just turned 25 and has a pretty good life. Peter Weller is his god; music his constant companion. He has a great apartment, a spoiled cat, an easygoing roommate. Only one thing is missing—the girl of his dreams. But reality rarely lives up to dreams. Three girls take turns with his heart, but can he commit to any one of them, or will he always be looking back at what he's left and forward at what might come? And then there's the blue haired girl.
This book started off slow... and I really wasn't into it at first, but I am not one to just quit on a book. I am so glad I didn't, as well. The further in I got into this book the more I loved it. In the end I couldn't put it down. I found myself reading at every spare minute I had. On the bus, waiting for the kettle to boil, even whilst doing other things (like eating my brekfast and trying not to spill it all over myself XD).
I loved it.
The book is centered around music, each chapter is the line from a song and it is a central theme throughout the whole book, so if you really dislike books that a big bulk of the story revolves around music - then it is not for you. Though you could be plesantly surprised even if you don't like books like this.
Jamie S. Rich has made a fine career of examining the ins and outs of what makes the late 20's/early 30's struggle for love so difficult. His regular graphic novel work with 12 Reasons Why I Love Her and Love the Way You Love (see independent reviews on each) continue the standard that was originally set with this winning novel. Great dialog, realistic voice and setting, and a very creatively structured novel.
The second book in JSR's romance trillogy, It has a diffrent flow than Cut my hair which reminds me more of Hornsby's A long way down. Lance's follies in love are parralled to my own experinces in life, so maybe I'm biased.
Everlasting is a story of a dude who falls in love easily. I want to read more from Rich as soon as he stops writing about the fashion scene in Portland,OR.