Status Updates From Head-on

But every morning, he lost the battle. With each sunrise the sorrow, the defeat, the soul-killing regret, poured into Gordon’s heart, sometimes before the dreams the night brought had even left his head. Once again, any potential for joy that might still lie hidden inside him was buried, suffocated beneath the appalling crush of memory.

Just read the prologue. Not sure if I'm ready for this ride.

His vision blurred by tears, his heart an aching lump in his chest, he walked. And as he walked, he wept for all he had lost. And what little he still had to lose.

This is so good!

Someone confirmed my suspicions. I prefer to read romance books not cheesy (amnesic) fairytales.

'Meh'. I'm really wondering if Squirt is the…um…can't say who I think he is. If this is true then someone please tell me and I'm going to DNF it right now coz I honestly don't need that plot twist.

It’s really good so far, though I haven’t read much because I got sidetracked by another book yesterday which I really regret. It was a total clusterfuck. Anyway, my focus is on Head-on now. :)

Poor Gordon:((

Shit! Was there really no better analogy than: "her face was the color of road tar"? Nothing gentler or more flattering?

OK, good hook!