What do you think?
Rate this book
367 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 8, 2020
“The most important things in life, are worth fighting for. No matter what fear says.”
She inspired me in ways I’d never been inspired. She pushed me to create songs in a way I never considered. She challenged me, she coached me. She was my muse. She was the music.
“We don’t have to face every battle alone. Sometimes, all of the time, we’re stronger together.”
With all due respect, Cherry has once again excluded Black and other POC characters from a book filled with, at minimum, 10 White characters. I honestly can't understand what her motivation is as an author. Is she hoping to appeal to the white audience strictly or is it a manifestation of self-hate or plain old avarice?
Meanwhile, the story has a derived plot about a small-town rock group lead singer who finds fame in Hollywood while the heroine supports him emotionally from their rural home town. But, of course, it's not a BC book unless someone is broke/dying/homeless etcetera.
In the meantime, enjoy this excerpt of Ian getting a BJ from a woman who isn't the heroine, smack at the beginning of the book.
Romantic, right?
I low-key hate this book.
If heaven was a kiss, it lived against Hazel's lips.
Hazel Stone was my best friend, my darling, my melody, my song. And damn . . . She sounded so good.
Truth was, he’d always been mine. I’d just been waiting for the day when I was his too.
My chest tightened as realization set in. I was in love with a girl who loved me back. What could’ve been greater than that? No fame, no fortune, nothing. We were lucky to have found one another, lucky enough to not have given up when things got heavy. Hazel Stone had changed me. She’d showed me what ultimate strength looked like. She’d showed me unconditional love, and I hoped to do the same for her for the rest of our lives.
Why did I get the feeling that there was nothing black about her soul? It felt more like her soul was simply battered and bruised—something else we had in common.
❝If darkness was a person, it would be Hazel Stone.❞
❝Music understood parts of me that humans never got close enough to discover.❞
❝Sorry. My instant reaction is sarcasm.❞
❝It's fine. My instant reaction is asshole.❞
❝He was it for me. He was the hook, the bridge, and the melody.❞