From the USA TODAY bestselling author of Sweet Thing and Nowhere But Here comes a love story about a Craigslist “missed connection” post that gives two people a second chance at love fifteen years after they were separated in New York City.
To the Green-eyed Lovebird:
We met fifteen years ago, almost to the day, when I moved my stuff into the NYU dorm room next to yours at Senior House.
You called us fast friends. I like to think it was more.
We lived on nothing but the excitement of finding ourselves through music (you were obsessed with Jeff Buckley), photography (I couldn’t stop taking pictures of you), hanging out in Washington Square Park, and all the weird things we did to make money. I learned more about myself that year than any other.
Yet, somehow, it all fell apart. We lost touch the summer after graduation when I went to South America to work for National Geographic. When I came back, you were gone. A part of me still wonders if I pushed you too hard after the wedding…
I didn’t see you again until a month ago. It was a Wednesday. You were rocking back on your heels, balancing on that thick yellow line that runs along the subway platform, waiting for the F train. I didn’t know it was you until it was too late, and then you were gone. Again. You said my name; I saw it on your lips. I tried to will the train to stop, just so I could say hello.
After seeing you, all of the youthful feelings and memories came flooding back to me, and now I’ve spent the better part of a month wondering what your life is like. I might be totally out of my mind, but would you like to get a drink with me and catch up on the last decade and a half?
He ran his thumb over my lip. “I will, even if it fucking takes me forever.” And then his lips were on mine and we were in it, pulling away from the past and rushing fast into the future.
J'ai apprécié le livre, malheureusement, il n'a pas été à la hauteur de mes attentes de depart.
Le debut était merveilleusement bien écrit, et tenait en haleine, malheureusement, les 100 dernières pages étaient très ennuyantes et j'avais juste envie de le finir.
Superbe livre. Ce que j'aime vraiment chez Renée Carlino c'est sa capacité à nous faire adorer des personnages remplis de défauts. Ils ont tous une vraie personnalité forte. On a l'impression de les connaitre réellement, et pas seulement une facette de ce qu'ils sont.
Son écriture est fluide et belle.
Elle dépeint les aléas de la vie à la perfection. Elle est réaliste dans ce qu'elle écrit et elle nous interroge sur des questions pleines de profondeur.
Les scènes de sexe sont parfaites. Je n'en ai jamais lu d'aussi belles que celles de cette auteure. Elles sont puissantes, poignantes et romantiques.
J'aime aussi qu'elle se focalise beaucoup, dans ces livres, sur à la fois le passé, le présent et le futur. Elle nous propose une hymne à la vie, et pas seulement un instant de celle-ci, dans chacun de ses ouvrages.
C'est beau. C'est touchant, émouvant. C'est relaxant.
Je conseille ce livre à toute personne qui se sent triste et qui a besoin d'un peu de joie au fond de son coeur.
J'ai adorée du début à la fin. Before We Were Stranger c'est un livre superbement bien écrit avec des personnages intéressent & touchants. L'histoire est belle et vraiment bien construite, c'est beau & parfois c'est triste. C'est une lecture douce, touchante & fluide. C'était une bien belle romance. J'ai vraiment bien aimée comment l'histoire étaient raconter, je ne m'attendais à rien en commençant cette lecture puisque je n'en avais jamais entendue parler mais wow je suis contente d'être tomber dessus. C'était une bien belle découverte et j'ai grandement apprécier la plume de Renee Carlino
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From the USA TODAY bestselling author of Sweet Thing and Nowhere But Here comes a love story about a Craigslist “missed connection” post that gives two people a second chance at love fifteen years after they were separated in New York City.
To the Green-eyed Lovebird:
We met fifteen years ago, almost to the day, when I moved my stuff into the NYU dorm room next to yours at Senior House.
You called us fast friends. I like to think it was more.
We lived on nothing but the excitement of finding ourselves through music (you were obsessed with Jeff Buckley), photography (I couldn’t stop taking pictures of you), hanging out in Washington Square Park, and all the weird things we did to make money. I learned more about myself that year than any other.
Yet, somehow, it all fell apart. We lost touch the summer after graduation when I went to South America to work for National Geographic. When I came back, you were gone. A part of me still wonders if I pushed you too hard after the wedding…
I didn’t see you again until a month ago. It was a Wednesday. You were rocking back on your heels, balancing on that thick yellow line that runs along the subway platform, waiting for the F train. I didn’t know it was you until it was too late, and then you were gone. Again. You said my name; I saw it on your lips. I tried to will the train to stop, just so I could say hello.
After seeing you, all of the youthful feelings and memories came flooding back to me, and now I’ve spent the better part of a month wondering what your life is like. I might be totally out of my mind, but would you like to get a drink with me and catch up on the last decade and a half?
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