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246 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 1, 2021
Jameson Taylor is a masterpiece, and I’m in way, way over my head.
Maybe Holden Eastwood isn’t the flame to my moth. Maybe he’s the moon. The light. Guiding me out of my darkness.
“You’re not here to be average, Jamie,” he scoffs. “You’re here to be extraordinary.”
Maybe Holden Eastwood isn't the flame to my moth. Maybe he's the moon. The light. Gudiing me out of my darkness.
"I don't think you went through what you did and survived what you have so you could come out of it and be normal." He pauses a beat. "You're not here to be average, Jamie. You're here to be extraordinary."
It would've been perfect.
We could've been perfect.
In another time.
Another world.
Where mine wasn't falling apart.
And hers wasn't already in pieces.


“And maybe I had it wrong.
Maybe Holden Eastwood isn’t the flame to my moth.
Maybe he’s the moon.
The light.
Guiding me out of my darkness.”
”It would’ve been perfect. We could’ve been perfect. In another time. Another world. Where mine wasn’t falling apart. And hers wasn’t already in pieces.”
“She’s like… a riddle. A paradox. An incomplete picture. It’s as if she only gives people fragments of herself. Pieces. I can’t help but smile. Jameson Taylor is like a puzzle.”
“I’d pretty much do anything Holden Eastwood asks of me.
It’s a dangerous feeling. Terrifying, really. And it’s safe to say that I’m officially a goner for the green-eyed boy sitting beside me, leading me blindly into what he calls “an adventure.”
It’s strange how things can change in a blink of an eye. Or a single kiss.”
“I am privileged and honored to have been loved by Holden Eastwood. Even for a couple of months. A few weeks. A single day. Even if I didn’t know it at the time. People have the ability to change you, and I’d been so wrapped up in the way my mother was changed that I never thought that something good could come out of it.
And I understand it now.
I understand that the whole of him belongs to her, but I can still hold on to pieces of him.
“It’s just that… I don’t think you went through what you did and survived what you have so you could come out of it and be normal.” He pauses a beat. “You’re not here to be average, Jamie. You’re here to be extraordinary.” I stare at him. At a boy lost in his own thoughts, in his own world, and he has no idea the effect he has on me. Or the change he’s creating inside me.
There was one thing in the entire world I knew to be true: my silence would kill us both.
Love… love, at this age, is bullshit. It’s deceitful and vicious and cruel, and it exposes the weakest parts of the strongest people.
She’s like… a riddle.
A paradox.
An incomplete picture.
It’s as if she only gives people fragments of herself.
Pieces.
I can’t help but smile.
Jameson Taylor is like a puzzle.
And I’ve always liked puzzles.



Jay McLean once again delivered a story packed of emotions and art.
We have become acccustomed to her writing who punchs us in the heart, leaving us hanging, putting every piece of our souls back together at the end.
Pieces Of You tells the story of a lonely and grieving girl, Jamie, and a guy that isn't ready ro take responsibilities, Holden. Maybe it would have been better they never met but fate had other plans for them, and being in each other lives made them grow and understand themselves better.
I'm glad the second book realeases in a few weeks because I need to know what happens after that epilogue.
Copy kindly provided by the Publisher/Author.

Jameson Taylor is like a puzzle.
And I’ve always liked puzzles.
Searching for the right piece to fit perfectly in just the right place… it’s time-consuming and challenging, but it brings a kind of order to the chaos, and if you put in the effort, the end result is always rewarding. And that’s why I do it: for the reward.
And now… sitting opposite Jamie, watching her, I feel like I need to somehow piece her together.
Maybe I had it wrong.
Maybe Holden Eastwood isn’t the flame to my moth.
Maybe he’s the moon.
The light.
Guiding me out of my darkness.
“You’re the only fucking thing that makes sense to me right now.”
She’s everything I thought she’d be and nothing at all like I’d imagined … Jameson Taylor is a masterpiece, and I’m in way, way over my head.
We could’ve been perfect.
In another time.
Another world.
Where mine wasn’t falling part.
And hers wasn’t already in pieces.
❝She was frustratingly defeating, and devastatingly desolate. Completely unforgiving. And beautiful. God, was she beautiful. Even when shattered to pieces.❞
