My name is Parker. My body is marked with scars from an attack I don’t remember. I don’t want to remember. I choose to live my life by observation, not through experience. While people are laughing and kissing and connecting, I’m in the corner. Watching them live. I’m indifferent to everything, everyone. The only emotion I feel with any kind of depth is annoyance, and I feel it often.
A text message sent to the wrong number proves to be my undoing.
His name is Everett, but I call him rude. He’s pushy, he’s arrogant, he crowds my personal space, and worst of all: he makes me feel.
He chooses to wear all black, all the time, as if he’s waiting to attend a funeral. Probably because he is.
Everett is dying. And he’s spending his final days living, truly living. In doing so, he’s forcing me to feel, to heal. To come face to face with the demons I suppressed in my memory.
He hurts me, he fulfills me, he completes me. And still, he's dying.
4 Soul Searching Stars!
Review by Natasha Gentile
"In here,” he said, pushing on the
skin above my heart, “you're ten below zero. And you’re closer to death than I
am.”
That’s the beginning of the
blurb. I know you’re intrigued, you are
thinking hmmm. What else have you got? This
book, it melted my frozen heart.
Unknown: This is Jacob’s friend, Everett. He said we should meet.
Ten words. Two
sentences. And yet, it was the beginning
of my entire life as I knew it, though I didn't know it when I first read the
words.
Parker. She has closed herself off from the real
world, because of the scars that her body has.
Her body is marked after she was brutally attacked. She chooses to stay in the dark; hidden and
watching, instead of participating. She rather be her roommates' designated
driver; rather than go out with them and enjoy the party. All that was about to change.
His name is Everett, but I call him rude. He’s pushy,
he’s arrogant, he crowds my personal space, and worst of all: he makes me feel.
Everett, he wears black, all the
time, every time, inside he’s dead, or he’s waiting for it. What he wasn’t prepared for was the color
that was going to streak his life like a rainbow.
I saw a few lone stragglers and a couple of middle aged
women before my eyes landed on him. I
almost didn't see him, as his head was bent down while he played with a
lighter. He sat near the very end of the
bar, alone, with a short glass of amber liquid in his free hand. His hair was ink black, thick, and
overlong. I could see a spackling of
facial hair on his face, though it looked more like he hasn't shaved in a couple
days than a legitimate beard. I couldn’t
see his face easily from the dim lighting so I moved slowly down the bar in his
direction.
The first thing I noticed was his bright eyes. My own blue eyes were bright, but his were a
frost blur-green, unnatural looking with his black hair and thick black brows.
Everett is pushing his way into her
life, he’s dying, and he’s going to spend the last of his final days living,
and he wants Parker to come along for the ride.
While along on this ride, he is forcing her to feel what is out there
and to heal inside and out. He wants her
to open up and breathe in life.
I was emotionally bankrupt. That’s what a therapist had told me, when I
told her how little I felt. Emotions
were always vague, fleeting little things.
I felt them in small spurts, similar to how one might feel a drop of
water hit their skin and wonder if it would start raining. Except for me, it never rained.
So now their journey is to live
life, but what happens when she asks him to take a leap of faith and follow his
own words, and finally feel more than ten below zero? This is a wonderful read and one that will touch you, and make you feel.
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