Alors pour commencer je déteste l'auteure... Je déteste comment elle a terminé le livre, JE LA DÉTESTE.....
J'adore ce livre, je l'ai terminer hier soir, et alors là j'étais.. Non, non non ça peut pas se terminer comme ça.........
Je veux dire, c'est un livre passionnant, plein d'amour, d'amitié, d'aventure amoureuse... Je suis tomber sous le charme de ce livre. Je remercie l'auteur, pour m'avoir fait passer des moments vraiment exceptionnel, et extraordinaire.
Je trouve que c'est un livre qui vaut la peine d'être lu. Par moment l'écriture est un peu trop lourde, mais y'a plein de détail et j'adore les détails.
Bref pour conclure, un livre vraiment magnifique et magique, je le conseil à tous les amoureux de lecture.
Et vu comment ça c'est terminé, j'espère vraiment qu'il y aura une suite..
Ah au fait, je blaguais au début, j'adore l'auteure :-D
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You ever really think that you'll win the lottery? Meet Mr. Right? How about two Mr. Rights?
Somehow the universe is handing me everything I want (except for that lottery part...), and I don't like it. Not one little bit. Because just when you get all your dreams handed to you on a silver platter, that's when an airplane dumps its sewage on your house. Or your mama's diabetes takes a bad turn. Or your mobile phone gets stuck in your hoohaw.
(What? It happens…)
Boring old average me got everything I wanted already, moving from small-town Ohio to big-city Boston to follow my heart. So when the fancy invitation offering me a pile of money to come with the band, Random Acts of Crazy, to perform on an island resort and be their manager arrived, I thought it was a cosmic joke. Enough money to help my mama get what she needed, five days in sunny paradise, and a shot at greatness for the band? Unreal. One big shoe was waiting to drop. On my head.
Just like no one really ever finds a naked man wearing only a guitar standing by the side of the road hitchhiking and ends up falling in love with him and his friend and moving halfway across the country for true love, no one gets an invitation to come to what turns out to be a resort where people make what me and Joe and Trevor do together look like a chaste peck on the cheek. But...
The last ever-loving thing I ever thought I’d become is a hypocrite.
A big, fat one.
Joe doesn’t even want me to meet his parents. Trevor’s fine with it, but only if they keep thinking I’m his girlfriend. And only his girlfriend. He doesn’t want that pesky little thing called truth to get in the way.
Both of them are my boyfriends. Both.
So then my mama goes and gets engaged – the woman rediscovered her hoohaw! – and I have to head back home to meet my new stepdaddy and attend her wedding.
And she wants me to bring my boyfriend with me.
This is where the hypocrisy thing comes in, because I’ve never told her what’s really going on with me and my boyfriends.
Funny how making that word plural ends with a hiss.
The easiest thing to do is to tell the truth, right? That’s what I’ve been telling Trevor and Joe for more than a year and a half, and now that the tables are turned on me, what do I do?
Break up with them and run back home.
I never dreamed they’d follow me from Boston back to my trailer park in Ohio.
She dressed professionally, wearing a plum-colored fuzzy v-neck sweater that contoured to the swell of a rack I remembered so well, legs encased in a slim pencil skirt that embellished those creamy hips I could imagine naked with a flicker of memory, lips painted fire-engine red and that maniac-inducing fifties pin-up girl look that I’d dismissed as silly when the girls in college wore it – but that made her smoking hot.
God damn Charlotte, my ex-girlfriend, had to be here, of all places. At a bachelorette party where I was a stripper, dressed in a cop uniform with pants that suddenly got way too tight.
And she had to be so fine.
“Ooooh, honey, you’re one big officer,” said a sultry voice behind me as I watched Charlotte in the other room, chatting with the bride.
A hand stroked my hip and hesitated before sliding a bit lower, filling a palm with my ass. “Arrest me, Officer. I’ve been a bad, bad girl.”
With one look at the source of the voice, my night went from Oh, man to Oh, no.
That voice? That hand?
That was my mother.
Random Acts of Hope is the fourth book in the romantic comedy Random series, and features guitar player Liam McCarthy from the band, Random Acts of Crazy. Five years ago, Liam and his girlfriend, Charlotte Greyson, were deeply in love. When a betrayal eviscerates them both, each clings to their separate truths as an anchor to navigate the perfect storm.
But when the biggest ego in the band reconnects with the only woman who stole his heart, sparks fly in this sequel that asks whether you can believe in the impossible without sacrificing every ideal you hold – in order to find a love bigger than you ever imagined.
When did my life become a demented episode from The Mindy Project?
Moving to Boston to begin grad school meant I was supposed to start a new life -- not dig through a past I thought I'd left behind four years ago. But when I saw the poster for Random Acts of Crazy, all I could think about was the drummer, Sam Hinton, the boy I'd loved in high school and who disappeared with my heart.
Who knew I'd become the living version of Magic Mike?
Seeing Amy Smithson at my gig and watching her win a kiss from my bandmate, Liam, was a gut punch. Four years ago we squared off in a high school debate that had higher stakes than we ever imagined, and here I was…wanting what I'd walked away from. Are there too many secrets between us to allow her to trust me again?
And can I trust myself?
The second book in the Random series after the wildly successful New York Times and USA Today bestseller Random Acts of Crazy, Random Acts of Trust is a New Adult romantic comedy that explores the love between one man, one woman, and ends with one Happily Ever After (and no cliffhangers or chickens!). Fate took their lives by storm four years ago and put an unbreachable gulf between Sam and Amy. This 87,000 word/346 page book asks: Can time really heal all wounds…or are some scars too deep?
An old rivalry threatens Sam's long-planned proposal to Amy when case of mistaken identity makes fists fly. Can a moonlit serenade on a rooftop make up for old mistakes as their future hangs in the balance?
This is a 60-page short story set in the Random series after Random Acts of Hope and features all of the main characters from the first four Random books (except for Mavis the Chicken. Sorry.)
**This story originally appeared in the LOL vol. 2 boxed set**
Quelle belle suite à "Quand le ciel descend sur la terre" ! Une suite de rebondissements et de révélations rend le livre passionnant. Il n'y a pas que Maud; j'ai beaucoup apprécié les nombreux personnages qui peuplent son monde: la mystérieuse et désespérée Laëtitia, le si sympathique ami Julien, le fascinant Damian, l'adorable Marc et tant d'autres.
Il ne s'agit pas que d'une romance, mais on a là un véritable roman policier avec ses messages énigmatiques et inquiétants et son coupable que la police a tant de peine à trouver. Mais Maud reste le personnage principal qu'on aimerait tant sauver de sa peine, de ce deuil qu'elle n'arrive pas à faire. Des paroles émouvantes de chansons scandent tout à fait à propos le texte. Une très fine analyse psychologique de l'amour et de la mort enrichit beaucoup le texte.
Bref, c'est un livre qu'il faut lire absolument: il serait dommage de passer à côté d'une telle œuvre !