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Somewhere between falling and flying… there is a girl.
Iris has a secret. She lost her memory eight years ago and never told a living soul. After an asthma attack one night she finds out that her dreams of a strange house on a snowy island may be a memory resurfacing but the more she learns about the past the more she realizes the life she has been living is a lie. As the façade her father has built starts to crumble around her she will have to decide which means more to her; the truth or her life.
Reaching the beach, she fell forward into the wet sand. As she began to cry, Iris turned onto her back and stared up at the sky, her lungs slowly collapsing as her crying turned to sobbing. Then, the rain started to hit her face and she knew it would only make things worse. It would soak her to the bone and she would need treatment. She heard Diana calling her name, and tried to get back up, even though everything inside her was telling her to go back and get some help. She walked across the aged planks of wood as she reached the dock, searching for a phone that just wasn’t there. She stared out at the now dark and threatening water.
I am not the person I seem. I am not kind or good. I only ever acted that way because of my asthma…in order to stay calm. I don’t know who I am. Iris’ thoughts rambled irrationally, waiting for a response from the voice inside, waiting for the voice to tell her she was wrong! Lie after lie rang out inside her mind. She felt like two sides of her were battling and she didn’t know which would win. The side that told her she could never be anything, or the side that had wanted to stay there, to hear both sides of the obviously traumatic story because she only wanted the truth. That side could handle anything as long as it had the truth, anything except Diana and Falcon hurting one another.
Iris stopped moving and stayed where she was, looking out at the ocean. She sank to her knees and let her thoughts stop, willing them to stay still so that she could listen to what her heart was trying to tell her. You don’t want to be different. You were always different and you wanted to be normal. So you are fighting those differences with everything you can, even if it means ripping yourself apart. She could hear the voice again.
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| 3.5/5 gavels |
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Michelle, gotta love Falcon, right? Thanks for the review, and Happy Thanksgiving!
Great review. I have this, but I still haven’t read it. I might still give it a try. 🙂
Thank you for featuring this book on your blog!
Great review. I bought the book from what you had to say about it. Thanks.
I’ve been hearing such great things about this book and most reviews are favorable/enjoyed it. Of course, I was going to read it from the cover, blurb and that haunting line ‘Between falling and flying..there is a girl.’ but it’s nice to be reassured about the book’s good qualities.
Thanks.
-Brooke Banks