Written by: Megan Bostic
Released: January 16, 2012 by Graphia
Summary: I had the dream again. The one where I’m running. I don’t know what from or where to, but I’m scared, terrified really.
Austin Parker is never going to see his eighteenth birthday. At the rate he’s going, he probably won’t even see the end of the year. But in the short time he has left there’s one thing he can do: He can try to help the people he loves live—even though he never will.
It’s probably hopeless.
But he has to try.
I didn’t know what to expect when I started reading this. Mostly because I’m horrible and never read a summary as a refresher before starting to read the novel, but also because with all the Lurlene McDaniel and Nicholas Sparks type books out there plots can seem all alike. This novel was different.
But first off, bravo to Megan Bostic for a debut novel that most definitely never seemed like a debut. This novel had an air about it that, while raw, never lacked in that professional undercurrent. And to be fair, the subject matter and the pure emotion were what made for a raw experience.
I liked how you were thrust right into the story, not quite knowing what was happening and what the background was. It was the same with the characters; when they were first introduced, not much was shared about them, but through Austin’s weekend journey you were able to learn whatever they were willing to share. I know that that may sound weird, but the way that it was written was so realistic in that way – no characters were forced to speak of anything that they didn’t want to.
Austin was a character who I admired and we’ll just leave it at that for fear of spoilers, but who I felt most for was his friend Kaylee. She is so strong, but there is this inner weakness that you couldn’t help but want to help make better.
This is a fantastic novel and while it made me cry I would highly recommend it. I can’t wait to see what else Bostic comes out with after this amazing debut. You can be sure that I’ll be reading it. I give it an 8/10.
My thanks to netGalley and Graphia for allowing me to read this advanced copy.