Okay, so let’s begin.
U know while reading the summary of the book and after knowing that the guy has a beard, I simply thought against of reading this book. But, then I thought why not give it try, let’s see how it goes and if I like it, maybe I’ll change my perception or not. Whatever.
So, when I started and the story continued with Ashley and her return journey and about her brothers, about her mother and I was still not into it. When she saw 6 guys with beards, I had the same reaction as of her-EEeewww.
The best part of any romantic novel are the stares, the way they express their love, the way they express their love, the way they share kisses, the way they care, the way the voice of the guy creates a hustling in the belly, the way his touches creates Goosebumps, the way their breathing increases, just by looking, the way their emotions are so well connected or heightened and they just cannot stop being in the company of each other.
Let’s bring our focus back on the book.
The main characters-Drew and Ashley were like totally opposite, yet they used to understand each other very well. Like every other good story, they were supposed to be in love and so they did. What I did like the most, was the morality of the guy, how he used to say and mean those words. I guess, that’s defines the integrity of a person and that what attracted me a lot. The silence of the guy intrigued me. Although, that’s not it- let’s not forget about that the guy can play guitar, can sing, is utterly handsome, never fooled around before and is a poet. Dude, the guy has a way with the words, he used to melt my butter too, with just the words and also because, he knows how to keep them. *swoon*
This was indeed a philosophical romance. The way Drew describes Ashley—
“No, Sugar. You are not;
you aren’t any of those things. You are loveliness personified; you
are grace and fascination. I think of you and I stop breathing. I
worry that any movement will steal the image of you from my mind’s
eye. But the memory is a pale, hollow specter to luminous reality.
Because when I see you, when I touch you…. it’s… phenomenal”
Here are some of the poetries that he wrote for Ashley, in his diary and used to call it as field notes.
Fire burns blue and hot.
Its fair light blinds me not.
Smell of smoke is satisfying, tastes nourishing to my tongue.
I think fire ageless, never old, and yet no longer young.
Morning coals are cool; daylight leaves me blind.
I love the fire most because of what it leaves behind
I caught a bear today in the new trap. We’re taking it a hundred miles north. That’s a hundred miles closer to where you are. I’ve decided units and measurements of distance are bullshit. With you there are only two distances that matter:
You are not here.
I’ve been reading your e. e. Cummings. I hear your voice in my head when I read his words, and it’s a peculiar kind of torture. I can’t seem to stop doing it. I love your voice, even when it’s a peculiar kind of torture. I miss you in a way that causes words to fail me. They are as inadequate and empty as I am.
I wonder, did you like your body when you were with my body? Do you carry my heart with you (in your heart)? He speaks of carving out places, but I didn’t feel like I was given a choice. I removed nothing. I made no room for you.
Yet you arrived. I saw you. You spoke. That was it. I gave up nothing, but I lost everything.
Tonight the silence sounds like a scream. If you were here, we could chase it away with our whispers.
I walked to our field today.
It was cold and the flowers are gone.
All color is absent.
Did you take them away when you left?
Why would you do that?
If I told you I love you now
How many seconds would it take
How long would you allow
All that I am to break
I turn away
Before you can see
How badly I need you to stay
He might not have been good at playing make-believe, pretending, or lying, but he was damn good at hiding.
Next best thing, was he never used to lie. Lying is something next to cheating and that trait I admired the most too. In some way, they guy made me feel like me, silent yet ready to talk when comfortable, good at hiding, doesn’t want to pour feelings out-just for the sake of it. Likes to read. Although he was a Nietzsche fan and I didn’t even know who the hell he was. So, in many ways, I was able to relate myself with the guy.
Penny Reid has an amazing sense of humor and good taste for romantic ideas. Seriously, her new series, Elements of Chemistry- Attraction was also simply alluring. Although at a point, I was wondering, why the hell is this girl trusting the guy, but then I thought, life is a game of trust, some works and other teaches a lesson and so it’s worth a try…So, I gave into those thoughts and continued my reading. Seriously, the dancing scene near the cove on the beach they went for spring break, I just cannot get it out of my head, her first orgasm, had caused my pants to get heated up, had given zing in my things. In whatever way, you want to say 😉
Now, reading the next part (Heat)—will express later!