A timeless tale of young romance.
Lorona Connelly is ready for a change from her carefully planned, bookish life. When sparks fly at a costume party, she embraces a chance for romance with the handsome Kestrin Feather. However, she quickly realizes that even love and destiny may not be enough to overcome the reality of an overprotective mother-in-law and Kestrin's long, tarnished history of relationships.
When Lorona's curiosity leads her to Kestrin's journal, doubt plagues them both with insecurities and threatens the relationship. Can true love overcome the odds, or was their whirlwind romance just a frivolous crush? Author Elise Stephens shares a journey of young love, fate, and wounded trust in the story of Lorona and Kestrin, a couple who must learn to overcome their fears to share a life together.
I got this as an Amazon freebie, and I'd forgotten what the story was even about by the time I started reading it (assuming I ever read the blurb at all). I think it was the title that intrigued me, because honestly, the blurb doesn't catch my interest. No wonder, then, that I ended up not getting through more than 16% of the book! (Since this is a DNF--Did Not Finish-- I feel obliged to mention that the book wasn't bad-- just not enough to my tastes to warrant spending more time reading it.)
More particular observations:
-- The odd names! Lorona? Kestrin? The best friend also have names that, though not bizarre, are far from common: Yuki and Kahlil. (A very multi-cultural group, I guess. Yuki is Japanese-- or is she just of Japanese heritage?-- and Kahlil is from a Middle Easter family, while the red-haired, green-eyed Lorona is apparently the daughter of a Mexican mother? I'm not sure, but she does speak Spanish... As for Kestrin, I'm not sure what he's supposed to be. What "heritage" does the surname "Feather" suggest? ;o))
-- "Her large eyes and long neck made him think of an intelligent swan." *GUFFAW* How flattering! Maybe I'm just jealous, because I don't have a swan-like neck... Why can't a heroine ever have a short neck-- just once? (g) "He ran a fingertip delicately down the side of her neck, noting with satisfaction that it was of completely average length and not the least bit swan-like. Swans. He shuddered involuntarily. Those freaks of nature had always given him the creeps..."
-- "He'd brought this innocent girl with glasses into a drunken, rowdy crowd and already he'd lost track of her." Heh. Yeah, innocent girls are easily spotted, what with their glasses and all. (Glasses stereotypes irritate me greatly.)
-- "She took off her glasses and clipped them to her shirt. She obviously didn't need them to see. Without the lenses, her eyes were startlingly bright green, framed with thick lashes." UGH. Well, we couldn't have a heroine who needs glasses to see, because that's just gross. No woman in glasses can be really desirable to a man, right? (*grr*) And let me just say that I hate the old cliche of "oh! I never noticed until now how *insert eye-color of your choice* your eyes were-- not until you took off those glasses!" It's amazing how hard it seems to be for people to gauge eye color through clear lenses. *grump grump grump*
-- I am not "into" the trope of the (ahem) "experienced" lady's man who is suddenly captivated (or even "tamed") by some lucky, awkward, completely inexperienced girl. Magically, she's The One who can finally make him want to settle down! OMG, that's so romantic!! *eyeroll* (And yet I love Jane Eyre... but I never think of Mr. Rochester as having been an old-fashioned version of a "player", so it's not really the same thing.)
-- Already, you can tell that Kestrin and his mother have a relationship that one can only describe as "messed up". ;o)
-- It felt somewhat confusing. The frequent switching between Lorona's and Kestrin's points of view might have had something to do with it, but I think it's more than that. There are characters talking about things, at times, and instead of it feeling like the story's gradually being revealed, it felt instead like something had been left out... Just unsatisfying. (Maybe it would've improved later in the book... but based on some reviews I've read, I'm doubtful.)
-- So. He proposes to her, and they barely know each other at all-- just that they're mutually attracted, share a bizarre orange/orange juice craving (that borders on a fetish), and he has been having some weird "visions of the future"-style dreams that he thinks show the two of them together... and that's enough information for them to make one of life's most important decisions?
-- "'The reason I've always had short, burnout flings with others is they meant nothing to me and I can't bear to hold close something that's meaningless.' He paused. 'But I think, no, I know that I could hold you forever.'" Er... So that's it? That's your big explanation for why you've been a mimbo (male bimbo, duh) all this time? It never occurred to you that you could, I don't know, abstain until you found the right woman? No, of course not. That would be unrealistic... Unlike your fortune-telling dreams, which are totally realistic...
-- UGH, and she falls for him, based on that line. Basically, it's "Yeah, so I've been having casual, meaningless sex with lots of girls because they weren't The One, and I like totally abhor the notion of getting really intimate (know what I mean?) with someone who's not My Destined Bride. But I'm like definitely sure you ARE The (Lucky) One, so... What do you say? Wanna get hitched?"-- and with that, she kisses him and (soon afterward) agrees to be his Lucky One. (I mean, how could she resist, right?)
-- There may be a valuable lesson about trust and faithfulness in marriage, later on in the book, but at the point I read to, it felt like a really dubious message to send to impressionable young readers. True, there will always be a need for trust and faith when you get married, no matter how long you've know each other beforehand, but I'm not thrilled with the romanticizing of slap-dash marriage. Why encourage young people to idealize rushing headlong into marriage? It just makes no sense, in the huge majority of cases.
In conclusion: Not my cup of orange juice. ;o)