Sara Ella
Autor/a de Coral
Sèrie
Obres de Sara Ella
Etiquetat
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Membres
Ressenyes
Premis
Potser també t'agrada
Estadístiques
- Obres
- 7
- Membres
- 351
- Popularitat
- #68,159
- Valoració
- 3.7
- Ressenyes
- 25
- ISBN
- 28
To lighten the mood, there were many quips and quotes from other people or books that made me smile.
However, the middle and ending when the characters' stories met left me so confused. The beginning of the novel had slow pacing and then the middle happened with a BANG. Everything was revealed so quickly and I couldn't keep up.
All this said I am divided over what to think about this book. There were definite strengths and weaknesses in this story. I would recommend this book to those who enjoy fairytale retellings and who don't mind diving into deeper issues.
Rating: 3 Stars
Content: 1 Star due to triggering subjects
*I received a complimentary copy of this novel from the publisher/FFBC. All thoughts are my own and a positive review was not required.
Favorite Quotes
They didn't respond to things the same way Coral did. Soon she learned they didn't see or hear the same as she. Her world produced the brightest, most brilliant shades of turquoise and aqua and sapphire blue, all mixed with harmonies she couldn't begin to describe. Blues composed the prettiest sounds. Soft but full of life. Soothing but awakening too.
I am not nothing.
I helped you because that's what you do when someone is in trouble. We're both human. Both worth saving.
She resists at first, but I lock my eyes on hers. "You are not nothing," I say. "And neither am I."
My heart takes flight with the first lyric. I sing of drowning and sending floods. My own flood releases through the song, and soon I'm closing my eyes and getting lost in the melody. Hope joins in and we find our harmony. It. Is. Glorious.
She doesn't let me in, but I sit and lean against the barrier for a while. I slip my fingers under the crack so she knows I'm here. She's never given up on me. Not when I pushed her away or tried to throw life to the sea. So I stay. I choose this. Now. I choose after. I can only have faith that she will too.
"I know enough to tell you that love isn't cruel or controlling. I know that true love is patient and gracious and understanding. It's the kind of love that accepts you, tears and wounds and brokenness.
A leaf flutters to my lap. I examine its gradient hues -- a sunset of oranges, yellows, and reds bursting between each vein. Winter nears and colder days lie ahead. The world will dull, and the days will seem bleak. But I won't forget the warmth of summer.
That's the beauty of life, isn't it? Every day is a new page, waiting to be written.
We stay in the place. I take in his summer scent and he holds my gaze, challenging me to keep the intense stare without looking away from fear of what he might see. I match his stare with everything inside me, unafraid for the first time to let him look into who I am.… (més)