If God makes all our faces, did he laugh when he made me?
"What scares you the most, son?" his father asked quietly. "Not a damn thing, Dad. I used to be afraid of going to hell. But now that I'm here, hell doesn't seem so bad."
What a heartbreaking, beautiful, inspiring story of love, death, and healing.
Fern has never been considered beautiful. Not even pretty. So she knows there is no chance of Ambrose, the outrageously handsome high school wrestling star, noticing her. But that hasn't stopped her from loving him. Even if she has to do it from afar. And then Ambrose and his friends join the Army... and only one comes back.
"... I'm just telling you right now. The lucky ones are the ones who don't come back."
Fern has got to be one of my favorite heroines ever. She was so brave, selfless and... pure. She was this ball of goodness and love and it's practically impossible not to love her.
Ambrose broke my heart. In every flashback, in every thought, you could feel the pain. His suffering over surviving. Making Faces is told both in past and present and what really tore at me was how fast Ambrose and his friends were growing up. Once they went to high school they joined the Army and you could see how that was taking their innocence away. I mean, we're talking about kids who are fighting for their country, seeing death & risking their lives. There was this one scene 'Get A Tattoo' that to me, was one of the most powerful scenes in the book.
Seeing Fern & Ambrose's relationship bloom was so... heartening. It wasn't about one healing the other but about them healing together. Being each other's rock. Supporting each other. Learning to love each other and themselves. The writing drew you in and immersed you into the story. My whole focus, for two days, was this book. Nothing held my attention like Making Faces did.
Now, saving the best for last... Bailey.
"... the robbed that smiles steals something from the thief."
Now that was the best, most amazing, inspiring character I've read about in a while. He stole the show. I loved Fern & Ambrose but Bailey was it. He was my man throughout the whole book. His outlook on life, his personality, his essence... it was... I can't even find a word to describe it. And I can never resist a man that makes me laugh *wink*
"I need a twelve pack and some chew," Bailey said seriously. Bob's mouth dropped open slightly, and he shifted his weight uncertainly.
"Um. Okay. Do you have your ID on ya?"
"Okay. Well... what would you like?"
"Starbursts come in packs of twelve don't they? And I prefer to chew Wrigley's. Mint, please."
"Do you stand naked in front of the mirror and flex every night? I mean, really, at least go into the adult film industry. At least it won't go completely to waste."
If you haven't added this one yet, I highly suggest you do!
"Doubt thou the stars are fire,
Doubt the sun doth move,
Doubt truth to be a liar,
But never doubt I love."
Due to the reblogging thing, I can't tell who wrote this, but damn, it's worth a read.
I hate telling this story. Just the thought of doing so, of exposing my past to even a handful of other people, makes me feel sick to my stomach. But with Goodreads' change in policy occurring and the word "bullying" being slung around so casually, I think it's time.
Well, it’s sad that my departure had to be so soon but it is what it is. Feel free to visit me. You’ll find me resting here:
But hey, I can't complain. I asked for some smuttasticness and Cara McKenna delivered.
“Let’s quit our jobs and fuck all day.”
Hell, where's my pen, sounds good to me!
... at the end of the day, everything I do cost me. The only question is how much.
We have Finn...
A nocturnal junkie, scared of needles and scared of the dark. The irony was hilarious.
"I see what I want to see."
"... his despair arouses her beyond measure."
Don't even ask me how I survived this book. It will forever remain a mystery. I'm still sitting in shock at the events that have unfolded in The Tied Man. Let me tell you, this takes the cake for dark & disturbing reads. It makes everything else I've ever read seem like child's play... something I'd find in the Children's Literature section in Barnes & Nobles right next to Harry Potter.
I was in book heaven all week. Fangirl was an AHHMAAAZINGG story, with the best characters, and the cutest, sweetest, cry-at-nigh-because-I-want-a-romance-like-this romance. There were these small, subtle details that I would skim over in any other book but in this one, it was magic. To me, it's what made this book spectacular.
'So what'd you write about?'
'A lock,' she said. 'You?'
'Ballpoint pen.' He grimaced. 'I'm worried that everyone is going to do a pen.'
'Don't be,' she said. 'A pen is a terrible idea.'
Holy shit. Respect++.
This is the first time I’ve truly been at a loss for words. What am I supposed to say? How can I do this book justice? Maybe tell you all that it was perfect? The best, most heartbreaking, hilarious book that has touched me like none other? Sure. I mean, it’s been said countless times, in countless reviews, and you know what? They are absolutely, a hundred and fifty percent true.
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars But in ourselves.
Me while reading:
Rough night, Kitten?