NOVA AND QUINTON: NO REGRETS by Jessica Sorensen (April 15, 2014; Forever E-Book; $4.99)
Playing drums in a band and living with her best friends are just some of the highlights of Nova's life. But the best new development? Talking to Quinton on the phone each night. She wishes she could touch him, kiss him, though she knows he needs time to heal. Yet shocking news is on the way-a reminder of life's dark side-and Nova will need Quinton like he once needed her. Is he strong enough to take the final leap out of his broken past . . . and into Nova's heart?
Excerpt:
Prologue
Nova
December 28, the day of the funeral
It’s a strange feeling, getting
ready to watch someone get put under the ground into their final resting place.
I’ve been to enough funerals to know that my senses always become hyper-aware of everything going on around me: the touch of the wind seems
stronger, the sun a little more blinding, the smell of the leaves, grass, and
fresh dirt overpowering. It’s like my mind is reaching out and trying to grasp
each aspect of the moment, when part of me wants nothing more than to forget.
I’m actually at the church earlier
than I’m supposed to be and I don’t even know why, other than that sitting home
for a second longer just didn’t seem possible. So I left the house without
telling anyone and got in my cherry-red Chevy Nova, the car my dad left to me
when he died, and drove it to the church where my dad’s and Landon’s funeral
took place. And in just a bit, I’ll say good-bye to another person I once knew
and will never see again.
Now that I’m here, staring at the
brick building with a white tower pointing to the sky, I’m not sure what I
should do. I’m three hours early to a funeral, which might say a lot about me.
A lot of people would likely show up late, wanting to avoid death for as long
as possible, but I’ve become so familiar with it it’s unsettling.
After sitting in the car for about
ten minutes, watching snowflakes fall from the sky and frost the grass and the
windshield, I decide to take video instead. I didn’t bring the fancy camera my
mom gave me, but the one on my phone works and honestly I use that one a lot
more because it’s handy for sporadic recording, which seems to be my specialty.
I blow out a deep breath as I sit
back in the seat, aim the camera at myself, and hit record. I have the screen
flipped to me and my image immediately pops up. I look tired. The bags under my
eyes are pretty obvious, even though I’ve tried to cover them up with makeup,
and my brown hair wasn’t being cooperative so I ended up pulling it up into a
ponytail. I’m wearing a black dress and earrings and the contrast with my fair
skin makes me look pallid.
“It’s amazing how everything can
seem so perfect one moment and then suddenly it’s not. How quickly perfection
can evaporate… how rare it is.” I pause, gathering my thoughts. “I’ve seen a
lot of death. More than the normal person, probably. I watched my father’s life
vanish in front of me within minutes. Found my boyfriend’s body right after he
took his own life. Too early. Too suddenly. Both of them. I never had time to
prepare myself and I thought it was the worst feeling in the world. I always
wondered how different it would be, if it ever happened again. If maybe the
third or fourth time around, I wouldn’t hurt so badly. If it’d be easier
letting someone go now that I’ve had so much practice.” I tuck a fallen strand
of my bangs behind my ear and swallow the lump in my throat. “And maybe it has
gotten easier… but it still hurts. I still shed tears… it’s still agonizing…
painful…” I trail off as a few tears slip from my eyes and roll down my cheeks.
“Even now, just thinking about some of the stuff I saw… I should have stopped
it… should have done things differently…” I trail off, staring at the window.
“But I didn’t… and now they’re gone forever.”
About Jessica Sorensen:
Jessica Sorensen is a #1 New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who lives with her husband and three kids in Idaho. When she's not writing, she spends her time reading and hanging out with her family.
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Dawn's 5 Bookmark Review
The best and worst type of book for me to read is the one where the author guts me. This happened in this series. In Breaking Nova I bawled. In Saving Quinton, I bawled. So when this book came out I was scared. I mean Quinton was so fragile and even though we knew he was finally going to get help and go through rehab in the back of my mind I was worried because he was on a stronger drug than Nova.
I loved that he got his stuff together and that he moved forward. I loved the reunion between him and Nova, like the car. These two were just pulled together and they fit each other perfectly. It was heartbreaking to witness the struggle that Nova went through trying to save Quinton in the last book but sweet to see the direction his life took him in this one.
Jessica Sorensen has the ability to pull you in, make you root for the underdog and bring a heartbreaking story full circle. I wish the ending would have given a further glimpse into the future of Quinton and Nova but at least they were at a good place with their lives and each other. This book did not disappoint.
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