Woman Reading

"For what it's worth, I think happiness is a fleeting condition, not a permanent goddamn state of mind.  I've learned that if you chase after moments of bliss here and there, sometimes those moments will sustain you through the shit."

I had this really amazing review planned, about words sounding like lyrics and the beauty of the writing, and really absolutely all of that is true.  Paul and Eliza both thought things lyrically.  It was beautiful.

He wasn't what I would call handsome, at least not conventionally.  His face, when he wasn't smiling, had a pensive, ominous cast to it, but as soon as he grinned the severity melted into an airy radiance that made me want to touch his chest and feel his heartbeat.

The way Eliza described Paul really resonated.  There were descriptions about his looks, his nose that was slightly too long and his greasy dark hair and his lanky, almost too lean, build; but it was more the way she described how he made her feel that really brought him to life.  It was the passion he brought out in people that made him so incredibly sexy.

I'd never had the urge to touch anybody's chest, but Paul was so animated and energetic, I imagined a metrical, pumping drum pounding in place of a heartbeat, and I wanted to feel the rhythm.  I wanted to merge with it.  I wanted to be it.

And it wasn't only Paul, the way that he would describe Eliza... they had a connection.  They had a connection that we long for.

Eliza has the sky in her eyes and I've always wanted to touch the goddamn sky.

It was this connection, this link between them, that caused the second half of this book to ROCK YOUR MIND.  Did you like the review up there?  Did it make you want to pick up this book?  Should you?  Yes!  I would recommend this book.  I would also recommend that you come prepared to rage at the pages.  Bring your zen, people.  You are soooo going to need it.  

This book was not all pretty prose and love.  It was 'I will rip your guts out and fling them at you'.  

You have been warned.

After licking his neck, I wanted to dive into his throat and slide down his esophagus and swim around inside his hands while he strummed.