We fell in love in a lightning strike, a sudden anomaly in a sea of lost people.
He knew right away, yet I was hesitant. I could have never prepared myself for a love like ours.
No one could.
As a child, I had conjured an amazing story in my mind. It was a story I could retell about a man that would move me like no other; a story about the way we met and how he had swept me off my feet. But, the ending to that fairytale was so far from the reality.
No one will want to hear that story now, but for Grant, I will always tell it.
***Explicit Sex and Language. Not for those who are not fans of spontaneous love affairs.
“She was my match, my heart, my soul, my future, and not just because she was beautiful, and not because she was smart or funny and she got my jokes. It was not because of the incredible sex we had either, or the way she looked at me, even though those things contributed. It was the way I felt with her. She had this effect on me like no one else ever had. I could climb and move mountains. I was stronger, braver, and I felt more like me, the me that I was before the world’s shit beat me down. I’d gladly take the scars I’d been given just to be able to appreciate the gift of knowing myself again through her. She did that for me. She floats right in front of me now. She floats.”
“Did you feel that?” Of course I had felt it. It was lightning. We were a sudden anomaly in a sea of lost people. We’d found it right then. The thing that everyone wants. The thing that everyone should experience in their lifetime. It was real. The romantic in me believed him in an instant. It was as if he had awakened her with his conviction, and I’d initially ignored her.”
There’s not much that I can say about this book because it’s an incredibly quick read and I don’t want to spoil it for you. Here’s what I can tell you. This book is beautiful. It is powerful. It is heartbreaking. This is one of those books that will make you FEEL. It is beautifully written and captivating. Yes, this book is a definite case of insta-love, which doesn’t always work for me, but in this situation, it totally worked. This story had me believing in true love and love at first sight.
The Mind is an incredibly beautiful story. It is well written and is impossible to put down. It is a quick and short read, but I gotta tell you, it really packs a punch. This story will make you laugh. It will make you fall in love. It will make you believe in soulmates and love at first sight. It will show you the power of love and the pain of loss. This story will break your heart, but will give you hope that things will all work out in the end. This story is absolutely beautiful and I can not wait to get my hands on The Heart.
*I was provided an ARC copy of this book, in exchange for an honest review*
When I started school, I’d decided that love could wait. Well, after my one and only boyfriend threw me away for someone that looked more like the girl I’d taken a seat next to. I envied girls like that, so well put together at all times: the right clothes, the right shoes, perfect hair and skin tone, no matter the weather. I, however, was a hot mess and had been since I was a kid. Growing up, I had absolutely no interest in playing Barbie’s with my sister when I could be swinging from trees. When we were younger, Dallas used to come in from playing to show our parents she hadn’t gotten her clothes dirty, while I, to my mother’s absolute horror, brought in anything that crawled or hopped. As I watched the girl next to me play with her perfectly painted nails, I swore to myself that one day I would make time for things like that. I would become a better, more alluring version of myself.
School came first, love would have to wait, and my father agreed wholeheartedly. My mother, on the other hand, had told me “The whole world would not make a damn bit of sense until I fell in love.” I’d already tried that and had barely made it out alive. My parents were a pair of romantics. While I did subscribe to their brand of thought, right now was not the time.
Curiosity got the best of me and I turned to my left, although I had sworn to myself I wouldn’t, and felt the prick of a tingle start from my scalp then down my back as I found his eyes on me.
Turning my attention back to the lecture, I cursed my stupid curiosity. Why was he still looking at me?
When we were dismissed, I stood up to make my way to my apartment to read what I could to prep for my next lab, but was stopped short at the door by the same man that had already taken up too much of my imagination. I pushed past him for the second time but was stopped in the corridor when he addressed me.
“You.” It was a statement from him, not a question. I turned to look at him, utterly confused.
“Me?” I noticed his girlfriend eyeing our exchange as she continued to talk to her friends.
“What’s your name?”
“Rose,” he mimicked, his eyes still intent on mine. He stood with his hands in the pockets of his jeans as he continued to stare. I finally broke our gaze. He smiled at the ground for a moment then looked at me again. “Okay.” His smile was breathtaking. It was boyishly handsome on a face that screamed all man. I was supposed to be doing something. What was I doing? He had my full attention. I couldn’t tear my eyes away. He was quite a bit taller than I was and had a broad chest that was torturing his pale blue t-shirt. He didn’t belong in my class. He didn’t belong in this school, and it was too easy to tell. He had a deep tan and looked to be a bit of a roughneck. We stared at each other for a full minute as I tried desperately to take all of him in, but he had too much body for me to compartmentalize. Between the bulges in his arms, his broad chest, and an ass I was straining to get a glimpse of, I concluded he looked like Tarzan in modern day clothing. If I kept my appraisal of him going on any longer, I felt I would start spouting off things like: “You Tarzan, me Jane, and me want to swing.”
“Okay, Rose,” he said, interrupting my inner dialogue and daydream. Damn him! We were almost happy living in the trees. It was obvious he had something on his mind.
“Is there a conversation I’m having with you that I don’t know about?” I asked in a hushed tone.
“Yes, Rose, there is.” I was graced with another smile— oh, God, a dimple— then, “I’ll see you around.”
“Well… who are you?” He looked back at me with a confidence I’d only seen a few men carry, namely my father.
“I’m the man that’s going to marry you.” I snorted, quite unattractively, as my reply. Then he caught my gaze again, imploring me to believe him. “I’m the man that you are going to marry.”
Kate Stewart, a native of Dallas, now resides in Charleston, S.C. She moved to the city three weeks after her first visit, dropping her career of 8 years, declaring the city her creative muse. Since her move in 2010, she has published two novels, the third coming July 2015. She lives with her husband of 8 years, Nick who is featured on the cover of the novel, TITAN.
Her other novels include Room 212, Never Me, and Loving the White Liar which are all available now.