Where to start with Easy? It's not easy. First, I love the cover couple. I bought it because I liked the way the guy was looking at the girl. I flipped the book over and read the synopsis. I thought, "I hope this has grit. Looks gritty." I'd never heard of Tammara Webber (TW) before, so she was a brand new author for me. I was in Target, supposedly buying mundane things like toilet paper and Muscle Milk and true to form blowing my budget buying books. Go figure. Yes, I've seen this couple on another book, but that's fine. This guy IS Lucas for me. (Stay tuned for a surprise). So, I guess I'll dig into the story and what I loved about Tammara Webber's book. I loved that she had a distinct voice for Lucas and Jacqueline. I loved that she created a New Adult world that wasn't whiny. I loved that she created such a believable and tortured soul in Lucas, because I love that. It reminded me of one of my favorite books, Wuthering Heights. Damn, I love Heathcliff so hard. Especially Tom Hardy as the tortured Heathcliff. Tom just pulled that angst right out of his jackson and put it on film for us to agonize over. And TW does a similarly fine job with her two characters. I actually want them to be real people walking around on a college campus somewhere.
the surprise...you're welcome
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Official Website: tammarawebber.com
....this really was a fun book to read....I read this eNovella in two days. Kassandra Kush did a great job snagging my attention with the opening scene. In The Things We Can’t Change, we are introduced to Zeke and Evie. Ezekiel, nice Biblical name, is a tough, trying to stay on the straight and narrow, almost reformed graffiti artist. Evie is a country club prep, daughter of a doctor trying to strike a balance a between her sanity, safety and her abusive boyfriend. Both of these characters struggle with their inner demons, while trying to navigate high school and family life.
Short version: Evie is abused emotionally and then raped by her popular boyfriend. We are witness, as readers, to Evie’s pain and confusion. (It’s rather intense, but not inappropriate for upper teen readers.) Zeke discovers the truth, encourages Evie to be brave for her own self, but when she is unable to or unwilling to, Zeke doesn’t understand. He thinks she should be able to just walk away from the abuser, like he did from graffiti. But in the end, it all comes crashing down around them both.
I really liked the character of Zeke. There was something about the way Kush caught the essence of a misunderstood young man.” I loved how he looked after his little sister. I thought Zeke’s layers as the protagonist were well written, and there was honesty about his character that came through the story. So much so, that I can image Zeke hanging out around any corner on a high school campus. Evie, although the “maiden in distress in need of rescue”, was not as likable in my opinion, but her story was central to helping Zeke manifest bravery he didn’t know he had. Kush did a bang up job presenting a story based on tough real life situations.
After I read this, I thought about who Evie and Zeke are in the real world...he is the bad boy, tatted, troubled, and afraid he is unlovable. Evie is the spoiled little rich girl, who should have had it all, and lives with the fact she doesn't believe she's lovable either. Classic. We all run around shielding ourselves from our fears, hiding truths we can't face, refuse to face. So, I found a little music video that reminded me of this story. I will definitely be watching for part two. Bring it on Miss Kush!
And then, Kassandra Kush just applied the brakes on her keyboard and left us HANGING! And I mean hanging, literally...so...don’t expect any resolutions in book one. Curses!!! Part two is due out
You can find Kassandra on Facebook (I did)
and in my fav place Twitter world (because you know I can't tweet just one):
here's her teaser for part two...and yes..YOU ARE TEASING US! No fair. There. I said it.
The other day, I sat with a friend sipping our afternoon lemon drop martinis. She showed me a photoalbum of her three month trip all over Europe. We reminisced about life. It was all good until we got the warm buzz and she said, "Vacations can be sheet splitters." I asked what the hell that meant. It's when you go on vacation and you break up or it's the last hurrah before you break up. OK, I got it. Another friend I know used to take all his girlfriends to Disneyland. The inevitable always followed: he broke up with them. It was a running joke to warn any of his dates from going to Mickey's town. Then it occurred to me, the joke was on me, too. I lived that in 2008. Crap! The biggest, stupidest conversation (argument) I endured with my ex, during our ridiculously drawn out divorce was his anger over our trips to NYC. He said he shouldn’t have to pay for any residual bills remaining from going to New York the previous year and he wanted compensation for having to spend any money on those vacations. He told me it was always my trip, he just went along... You know what Billy Bob? Screw you! New York was our "sheet-splitter" and I didn't even know it. I freaking hate that! The old lady card reader, who took me for 100 bucks, told me I was headed for divorce. I didn’t believe her. I just kept walking down Motte Street in Little Italy. My ex even got MY NAME tattooed on his arm. We both ignored all the stereotypical red flags. Instead, we went to Yankee games, drank in every Irish pub we could find, walked to Ground Zero, walked every inch of MY favorite city. He was just along for the ride? I guess he hated the restaurants, the Yankee games, the beer, the food...the Bubble Lounge.
I took this picture on my last trip to NYC in 2008. It's a bridge portal in Central Park. I love that city. I love the smell. I love walking back to my hotel room buzzed and laughing at 2 am. I love drinking coffee in the park every morning. All my wonderful memories collected in digital photos or imprinted on my mind contain the shadow of my ex-husband. "Sheet-splitter" vacation or not, it can't erase my love for those lights, the skyline and the energy. Someday NYC, I'm gonna live all over you. Me, my new and improved husband and my dogs. Yea. I better tatoo over my ex's name before we go:)