by Molly Jo Realy @RealMojo68
Okay. If y’all missed the podcast last night, or any online banter between myself and the faux bro, I’m here to tell ya,
HE MADE ME CRY.
Okay, not him, really. This story. This modern-day rock romance between Geoff Morris and Emily Amhearst that’s played out via emails and text messages and phone transcripts and journal entries. What an amazing way to tell a story. What an amazing story to tell!
Now, full disclosure, I haven’t read the entire book yet. There’s been things like working and eating and sleeping and, wait for it–writing my own novel–that’s interfered. That may have contributed to the story-induced tears.
I can’t share with you the full text exchange that went on between me and Aaron the last two days, because I don’t want y’all to have any spoilers. Let’s just say on my end there was a lot of “#ihateyou” and on his end a lot of “Sorry. I’m going to be saying that a lot, aren’t I?” The book is just that beautiful. It really is. And it really did make me cry. In public. At my new job. See? I hate him. #notreally
Every dialogue transaction brought me deeper into the characters’ plights, their pull to each other, the world keeping them apart. One thing after another, and then finally, almost, together HAHA FOOLED YOU, but wait, no, he’s here, she’s here, YES!, nope, fooled you again, home calls, responsibilities, past troubles . . . Ugh. It’s like breathing underwater while trying to dance the Mambo. Get it? It can’t be done!
I’m almost half through the book and I’m so furious. Because I really want to know what happens with Geoff and Emily, and even Yaz. And Hailey. But I don’t have time. Like they don’t have time for each other. They call, but life interferes. Again and again.
I can tell you, the story starts with a bang. Literally. Well, almost literally. Emily’s boyfriend beats the youknowwhat out of her and Geoff sends her a ticket to safety. They knew each other back in the day, and have rekindled their friendship. Is it more? They want it to be. Or do they? He’s a budding rock star, she’s a quiet girl trying to put her life back together. They’re like oil and water.
They get to know each other again, on deeper levels, and it’s pretty revealing. And pretty misunderstood. And pretty terrific.
Look, if you’ve ever been in that get-to-know-you stage of a relationship, if you’ve ever had an ex who scarred you in different ways, if you’ve ever wanted to matter to someone, you need to read this book. Live vicariously through it. Root for Geoff and Emily. Because right now they’re being pulled apart. And they need all the rooting they can get.
With an eager heart and a reading schedule,
And Frankly, My Dear . . . That’s all she wrote!