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544 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 1, 2017
“You take a shower and I miss you.”
This was an odd, rather mushy side of Stef. Playing along, Jav closed the book and scooched down in the cushions. “I like being missed.”
Stef smiled. “I miss you when I close my eyes.”
“So open them.”
“Te amo, Pinzón,” Jav said.
Stef smiled. Perfectly relaxed, perfectly content. Drifting away. Tucking his head beneath a wing and giving a last flutter of feathers.
“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me,” he said.
Jav’s fingertip drew across Stef’s eyebrows. “Loving you is the best thing I do.”
Their eyes blinked in unison, their shoulders and chests rising and falling together.
“You make me a better man,” Stef said.
Jav’s eyes closed, then opened. “I couldn’t find a better man.” His fingers raked through Stef’s hair.
“You didn’t know I’d end up fucking for a living. Making me waste twenty years of my life when I could’ve been something to somebody...”
Then he was crying.
Stef pulled him in tight and stood still against the storm, his hand running in slow circles between Jav’s trembling shoulders. “You’re something to me,” he said. “You’re everything to me.”
“It’s all right,” Geno said. “You think no one believes you, no one understands. But I swear, man. I do.”
More crying. Violent, wet sobs. Like knives thrown at a wall.
“Take your time,” Geno said. “Whenever you’re ready, I’m listening...”
**Spoiler Alert**
Update: Re-reading in preparation for A Scarcity of Condors
There's no contending that Suanne Laqueur was born to write.
First off and undoubtedly, this is how you write M/M romance. Although for me, labelling A Charm of Finches as merely an LGBTI romance seems like a misnomer because what Laqueur has done is to set the bar so high it makes other books in this sub-genre (with the exception of Captive Prince) seem sophomoric.
Secondly, this book has Jav as one of the main protagonists. Javier Landes aka Javier Gil deSoto. Oh em gee...I love him. So much.A guy was at the top of the gallery’s stairs. Tall and built, in jeans and a black blazer. Taking off aviator shades to show his face. Whoa.....this was a guy who made your underwear sit up and beg.
Stef blinked as his hand reached in slow motion, extending a shake and his name. “Javier Landes,” the man said. “Hi.” The handshake was brisk and firm but his smile wobbled a little, as if he were shy.
If you've read An Exaltation of Larks (and if you haven't, we can no longer be friends) you know Javier crushed on Alex Lark, and with all the breath in me I shipped them so hard that, inevitably, I was left heartbroken when " she, who must be the most superfluous female book character- Val Lark- decided she was gonna fight for her man". *scoffs*
But Suanne has mended my broken heart by giving us, Stef Finch. Stef is an art therapist who works with (male) survivors of rape and abuse. Could he be the one Jav needs?
Thirdly and most importantly, this story is evocative. It will take you through a wide spectrum of emotions. Even now, as I write this, I vacillate between fury, joy, and sadness.
In all honesty, I was expecting a nice, feel-good story, interspersed with sex and stuff. Boy, was I wrong. Laqueur very nearly killed my heart within the first 3 chapters, to the point I needed to set aside the book for a good 24hrs. Yes, seriously. I was traumatised.
So, let's talk about this fantastic, heartwarming yet heart-wrenching book.
Spoiler Alert: it deals with male rape (on page), paedophilia (on/off page), child abuse (off page). Then we meet Geno. And my heart broke.
Stef. Jav. Geno. This story is about their circuitous relationship.
With all due respect, only a highly skilled yet empathic author like Suanne could have set up three subplots then have it dovetail neatly into one bristling, angry, beautiful, mesmerizing story.
Lastly, overall, this book deserves a new category: Books that ought to be in the hall of fame.
Best read of 2017. Absolutely.
"I swear.Give me one more chance and I will make the most of it."
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“I think love is a big wisdom made up of small understandings."
They had a name for their shared space, and within it, they had secret identities. Carlos was Los. Geronimo was Mos. Los and Mos lived in the starry world of Nos, Spanish for we. Nos rhymed with dos, Spanish for two.
Carlos took his broken heart where he wasn’t supposed to be. He walked out of the henhouse and left the door wide open, letting the Fox in.
"They didn't get the best of you." - Stef
“Jesus, I can’t believe the shit I tell you sometimes,” Stef said.
“My ears are the round holes for your square thoughts,” Jav said.
“Dude, don’t make me like you.”
“Sorry.”
“Your heart is bigger than hate,” Stef said. “You tell the story. Words or pictures, nothing’s going to push me away, all right? If you can live it, I can listen to it. If your heart can survive it, mine can too.
Tonight their bedroom overflowed with magnificent sex. Death by sex. Grandiose, over-the-top sex. They were making love like architects of the universe. Fucking like mathematicians. Multiplying, dividing, canceling each other out and starting from zero.
“Gee, Stef,” Geno said loudly. “Max sure looks mad at you.”
“Because Max is mad at me, Geno,” Stef said in the same tone.
“Why, Stef?”
“I’m afraid that’s confidential, Geno, but you could ask him.”
Geno leaned out of his chair to look under the table. “Max, why are you mad at Stef?”
“He won’t marry my mother.”
Geno straightened up and raised his eyebrows at Stef. “Now I’m mad at you too.”
“I know, I suck.”
“Remember you asked me once if I ever made love with a guy, and I said no?” Jav nodded. “Can’t say that anymore.”
When it became clear Geno wasn’t going to die anytime soon, it became clearer never living again was the only way to survive.
“How did you endure it?”
“You tell me.”
“You made it happen to someone else,”
"Do you believe everything happens for a reason?"
Let me live to to find out who I really am.
"I don't want to be anymore."
Trust is heavy ...
“I want to go home so bad. But I can’t get there. Because nobody’s there. Nobody’s left. The road keeps going on and on and I don’t know what I’m going to do. I don’t know who’s going to love me.”
"Do you believe everything happens for a reason?"
"I do," Have said. "But not everyone gets the privilege of liking the reason. Of feeling the reason was worth the ordeal of the experience."
The truly good times happened in kitchens, Geno thought. Life was conquered and feted in the triangle of stove, sink and fridge. The room where people came both to cry and celebrate.