Published by Forever on October 4th 2016
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She wanted to start again. To be someone---anyone---different . . .
Freedom. When Carleigh Stanger thought of college, that was the word that came to mind. Freedom from her unhappy home life. Freedom from high school mistakes. Freedom from the memory of that terrible morning. Only instead of bringing a sweet escape, Carleigh's first campus party traps her in the scornful gaze of the last person she wants to see, Tucker Green.
It wasn't long ago that being close to Carleigh was everything Tucker wanted. But that was before he realized she was just another scheming girl who'd do whatever it took to get her way. Even lie to the guy she claimed to love. Unfortunately while Tucker's brain remembers the pain Carleigh caused, his body only remembers the pleasure . . .
About once a month I take a Sunday afternoon and devote myself to a Young Adult centered book. In Ruins had the oh so angsty heartache stamped all over it. I was more than pleasantly surprised by the writing and because of this, my interest in seeing the world through the eyes of eighteen year olds’ was well rewarded. The story opens with Carleigh, our heroine, at 5, and really sets up the story to show the type of lifestyle that sheÔÇÖll grow up with. SheÔÇÖs privileged, but that doesnÔÇÖt mean life is easy. In fact, this privilege has consequences.
Fast forward thirteen years and we find Carleigh away at college and about to undergo many challenges. The biggest being that her angry ex-boyfriend,Tucker, is on campus too. While trying to avoid interaction with Carleigh, Tucker finds that their worlds are meant to converge. I found myself completely absorbed in the story, anxious to understand what she did that was so terrible. I was bent on finishing it in one sitting and that was purely because I could not abandon the characters. I felt their heartbreak, their pull to each other, and fear for choices that were being made. I simply loved their history and how their souls were connected.
Carleigh and Tucker have an amazing connection that is ages old. ItÔÇÖs evident that are SO NOT OVER each other, but Tucker doesn’t feel like he can trust Carleigh, and Carleigh is simply heartbroken by their split. It was so easy to see all sides and experience anxiety when things went sideways for them. Pearl sets up potential conflicts and paces the story perfectly. I wanted to get to the bottom of the cause of discord, to see them find a way through it. While this is well explained, thereÔÇÖs much to make Tucker question his resolve including a twist in the story line that I simply didnÔÇÖt see coming and manages to make Tucker see Carleigh’s place in his life differently. This also made this college age romance a bit grittier and I loved how it ventured into a mystery/suspense.
We get the story from both Carleigh and Tuckers perspectives which is always a delivery method I like. As well, there is a great cast of secondary characters that drive a Carleigh/Tucker reconciliation.
This is the first book by Danielle Pearl that IÔÇÖve read. Based on this one book on reviews IÔÇÖve read for her other offerings, I feel confident she is a go to author for the YA genre. The story is exciting,smart, passionate and tugged on every one of my YA heartstrings. 5 Stars and recommendation!
~Review by Cyndi
THE SOMETHING MORE SERIES┬á
IN RUINS, #1 |┬áIN PIECES, #2
I linger half in a dream, wondering why I feel as if I’m waking up inside my past. My fingers automatically reach to the base of my throat for the white gold crown charm Tucker gave me before graduation last year, a reminder that I would always be his princess. But always didnÔÇÖt last, and my fingers come up empty as I recall tearing off the necklace and stuffing it unceremoniously into my bathroom drawer minutes after he broke my heart.
The subtle scent of fresh spring soap, aftershave, and the faint musk of last night’s sweat ambushes my senses. My eyes flutter open to find dawn breaking in through the window shades. It’s still early enough that I doubt anyone else will be awake for a while, but I know that whether it’s minutes or an hour, once Tucker’s eyes open, it won’t be long before I’m asked to leave.
It takes no more than another second or two to register the pattern of his breathing, too lively to indicate sleep, and I stiffen above him. I swallow anxiously and reluctantly look up.
He’s watching me, gaze impassive, but his arms don’t move. His fingertips dance, feather-light along the small of my back, and I wonder if it’s what woke me. I clear my throat, though I have no idea what to say in this moment. But Tucker speaks first.
“This can’t happen again. You know that, right?”
I nod. Because I do know. We’ll never be friends if we blur the lines with this. Not just the sex. Not even mostly the sex. But this. This intimacy. This is what could break us. Break me.
In an instant, the haze of last night’s lust begins to lift, and anxiety settles in its place. Because I doubt I could survive his breaking my heart a second time, and thatÔÇÖs precisely what IÔÇÖm setting myself up for. IÔÇÖve laid my own trap, and I need to free myself before itÔÇÖs too late.
“We shouldn’t be laying in bed like this,” I tell him.
His smile is wistful. “I know.”
But he makes no move to disentangle himself from me. Instead, he does the opposite, his hand leisurely roving up the avenue of my spine, as if itÔÇÖs going for a Sunday drive.
I shrug it from my body and sit up, startling him. “Stop doing that,” I snap.
“Touching you?” His brow furrows.
“No! Yes. Touching me, and agreeing with me but continuing this… this affection anyway.”
“Sorry,” he murmurs half-heartedly.
“No you’re not.”
He frowns as I yank the sheet out from under the bedspread and drape it around myself.
“Maybe it was wrong of me,” I admit. “Coming here last night. Maybe I was stupid to believe we could just hook up and walk away. Or that I could. But Tucker, if you wanted to fuck me, then why couldn’t you just fuck me?” My words drown in regret. “You can’t say these thingsÔÇöabout my eyes, how you think about me… You can’t stare at me the way you do, or call me Princess. It isn’t fair.”
“No, Tuck. You know how I feel about you. And you said it yourself. When you love someone more than your own life, you don’t let them go for anything.” I stare at him meaningfully. “Anything.”
Tucker shakes his head, eyes lined with exasperation. “Carl, I tried to talk to you about that last nightÔÇö”
“No, Tuck. I get it now,” I assure him. “And maybe I always should have known. But you must have, right? Or at least you do now.”
“Know what?” His brow furrows deeply, vaguely bewildered.
I glare at him, trying to determine if he’s undermining my intelligence or if I’m somehow not making sense. But I know him better than that, and as easy it would be to vilify him right now, I can’t lie to myself. “Maybe you really did believe it at the time,” I admit. “That you loved me back.”
“Or maybe you really did love me. Just not enough, you know?” I don’t bother fighting the tears. He’s seen them plenty of times now anyway, and if there’s ever been a time to let them flow, it’s now.
And Tuck stops his attempts to explain. He blinks at me, stunned silent, and I suspect he’s finally grasping the weight of his own words. And I realize that even though heÔÇÖs the one who said them, itÔÇÖs only now that heÔÇÖs really understanding their implications. The truth is obvious and cruel, and with it I can stop wondering. I can stop analyzing his words and guessing at their meaning. Because now I know.
Eventually Tucker sighs, raking his fingers through his hair as he searches for words to placate me. But I don’t want his guilt, and I definitely don’t want his pity.
I avert my gaze and it lands on his overnight bag, three feet to my right. I force in a deep breath and shove my hand inside it, pulling out the first piece of clothing I can ┬ágrab, grateful to discover it’s a t-shirtÔÇöfitted for him, but oversized for me. I hastily slip it on.
I look back at him, feeling utterly defeated. “You let me go.”
We both know now what that says about his love, but this isnÔÇÖt about blameÔÇöthis is about acceptance. ItÔÇÖs about moving forward. “So let me go,” I beg him, and then hurry out the door.
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