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400 pages, Hardcover
First published March 19, 2019
“It’s love.” Oscar peered at the ceiling again. “Most classical music is. Not all, but most. You know…” He rolled over to face me. “I can appreciate all kinds of music, I really can. I think there’s something there. But hip-hop, pop, it speaks to front, you know? It’s the face you show to the world, what you want to project. Classical speaks right to what you’re feeling. What you long for.”*
“Okay,” Oscar said, hopping up on the counter. “How about, Mozart nails what I want falling in love to feel like.” He let his legs swing out, back in. “If I could choose, I’d much rather have that purity, that peace, that grace to come home to than any drama, however gorgeous and sweeping and complex and… you get it.”*
“I mourned belonging to this. I probably always would.”*
Ruby learned the truth at 17: In a family of musical geniuses (world-renowned conductors, composers, instrument players), she's a talentless squib whose abilities are merely passable. Without the future she's spent her whole life anticipating, she's at a big, lost, very loose end. But things look up a little when she reconnects with the former best friend she dumped to get serious about her music, and when Oscar, a verifiable musical genius if ever there was one, moves into her family's basement apartment to spend the summer studying at the prestigious musical academy Ruby thought she'd be attending. Oscar is surprisingly handsome, and sexy, and funny. And surprisingly interested in Ruby, boring though she may be finding herself at the moment.This was a very sweet YA romance/finding yourself story. Ruby grew on me as the story progressed and it became clear what a void she's facing now that she understands that she isn't going to be playing the piano for a living, and worse, that the nice things people said to her about her playing over the years were just kindnesses, never genuine praise. I actually wish this had all been revealed in its entirety a lot earlier in the book than it was, because this part of the story is metered out pretty slowly, and I spent the first quarter of the book thinking Ruby was suffering from general depression rather than grieving a specific loss. Once I knew what was actually going on, I understood her much better and found her far more relatable. I nearly chucked the book aside after the first 50 pages because her scatteredness wasn't very compelling. I am glad I read to the end.