Instead, I get images of Tucker. His mouth smeared with red as we crouch on the side of the mountain filling empty ice cream tubs with huckleberries. His husky laugh. His hands on my waist in the river, keeping me steady, holding me close. His eyes so warm and blue reeling me in.
"Crap," I whisper.
Unearthly by Cynthia Hand
Why it is so impossible for me to read this book without smiling at the cheesy scenes? Why is that I don't want for this book to end? Why is that I like the characters to me my real time friends? You can know the answers when I reviewed this today. Weepee!