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I’ve always followed my dreams with ruthless determination.
My life was going well. Success was at my fingertips.
Until it wasn’t.
All it took was three seconds to send my world crashing down around me,
ripping my dreams to shreds.
Then I meet her, with her large hazel eyes that slay me at first glance.
And everything starts to make sense again.
I try to keep my distance.
To remind myself I am her mentor.
That we can’t be more,
but every time I push away, I’m pulled deeper into her.
The line between student and teacher is blurring.
They’re all it would take to cross the line.
I think by now, almost everyone knows the undying love I have for Autumn Grey’s words. They have this weird effect, which both break and soothe my heart.
In Fall Back Skyward, we meet Elon, shy and calm cello player, the girl you won’t notice, the girl who will speak only when needed. A no BS, no non-sense kind of girl. By the end of the book (FBS is the story of Nor -her sister- and Cole) we notice that Elon’s behavior is slightly different, an almost imperceptible change, only her family noticed without really knowing what was happening.
And indeed, something happened. Well SOMEONE happened actually. Professor Rowe. But this fine and brooding man, barges in Elon’s life, unexpected, and with him comes his difficult past, the kind that leaves deep scars, both physical and psychological. These two polar opposites will be drawn together like magnets from the very moment their eyes meet, they just are fireworks waiting to happen. The tension, the attraction, the fight to deny their chemistry will leave you breathless. These things just can’t be helped.
But how can a woman, broken by the men who surrounded her, can help a lone soul? Both are so similar in their perception of love and yet so different. That’s the heartbreaking truth we will discover in the book.
Autumn Grey has a way with words, she’s got you hooked from the prologue, will leave you unsettled, rooting for her characters’ happiness, and boy, the path that will lead them to it will be without any respite. Her writing is lyrical, her metaphors splendid, her characters flawed and that is what makes it so beautiful.
In my opinion, Breaking Gravity is her best work so far, and everyone knows how much I loved Fall Back Skyward!
Oh and CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS COVER???
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Layla Robinson is not crazy. She is suffering from unrequited love. But it’s time to move on. No more stalking, no more obsessive calling.
What she needs is a distraction. The blue-eyed guy she keeps seeing around campus could be a great one–only he is the new poetry professor–the married poetry professor.
Thomas Abrams is a stereotypical artist–rude, arrogant, and broody–but his glares and taunts don’t scare Layla. She might be bad at poetry, but she is good at reading between the lines. Beneath his prickly façade, Thomas is lonely, and Layla wants to know why. Obsessively.
Sometimes you do get what you want. Sometimes you end up in the storage room of a bar with your professor and you kiss him. Sometimes he kisses you back like the world is ending and he will never get to kiss you again. He kisses you until you forget the years of unrequited love; you forget all the rules, and you dare to reach for something that is not yours.
| 10 Purple Stars
This book does not fit into a simple category. Or then, it would be the “Fucking phenomenal & mind blowing” category.
Saffron A Kent delivered a masterpiece.
This whole book is poetry.
Thomas, on the other hand, is defenseless when it comes to Layla, he can’t deny her as much as he tries to. He is battling his demons, slowly setting them free, with words and sex and he’s abusing Layla in doing so. But Layla is a willing victim.
Thomas is one dirty dirty man…who will leave you breathless and helpless but just like Layla, you won’t be able to resist. #IwanttododirtypoetrywithThomas
Their relationship is wrong, beautiful, true, it’s everything. I can’t even type this without having fucking butterflies. I’ve been slayed by this book.