I loved Harper from the first. She's riddled with doubts and fears and unknowns, so much of her thoughts reminded me of myself at different periods of my life! Her strength though, knows no bounds, which she learns over the course of events that suddenly get thrown in her path. And her resilience and sense of humor get her through some heavy realizations and decisions. Because her past is tough and she soon finds out her present isn't all happiness and rainbows either. But she deals. She determines to muddle her way through all the yuck somehow and I loved her all the more for it.
Then comes Ridley into her life and oh my! Talk about a swoony hero! Those two makes some great chemistry together, let me tell you. :) But the beauty found in their friendship is how they learn to support each other. Because Ridley is battling some hard as well and needs someone to help shoulder the burden. They seek to build on the foundation of mutual acceptance and caring they find in each other, a feeling which surprises them both. And oh how good they are for one another! Plus their banter is hilarious. Ms. Jones writes some of the best banter between characters of any writer I know!
A story with lots of heart, as well as several thought-provoking moments, this book is not to be missed. Especially if you adore a cute romance and characters who make you want to reach in the pages and make everything all better. Certainly worth a few hours of your time! :)
**I received a complimentary copy from the author in exchange for my honest review.
"So this Levin guy."
"Don't want to talk about him either."
"You're boring me, O'Malley."
"Want to talk about my literary heroes from nineteenth-century Europe?"
He flicked on his blinker. "I was more in the mood for subatomic particle physics."
I smiled in the darkened car until I saw where he was turning. "This isn't the way."
"I know a shortcut."
"If you plan to do me bodily harm, I request you wait until we get the dog. I don't have time for death and torture."
"Sticky Fingers"--Ridley leaned far over the console--"if these hands were on you, dying would the last thing you'd be thinking about."
The words, the very thought was still a wound. No longer a gaping hole, but more like a paper cut that never goes away. A thin razor slice that irritates, even stings. One you forget about until something occasionally snags it.