My rating: 5 of 5 stars
How can I describe my feelings for this book? The only thing I can think of now is mint chocolate chip ice cream. Delicious, tingly, sweet and irresistible.
I knew I’d love Indy because of how she talked about coffee. Any chick that loves coffee as much as I do is my kind of chick.
“He’s an artist with an artistic temperament” I explained as I walked Ally to the door. “He makes coffee,” Ally replied. I ignored that. Ally didn’t understand the beauty of coffee. She prefered tequila…
There was lots of things I liked about Lee and Indy’s relationship and the fact that they knew each other since she was five and that they still get to discover new things about each other was totally romantic.
“I don’t know what to make of you. I can’t get my head wrapped around any of this.” His arms tightened and his face came closer then deviated from it’s course at the last minute. He whispered in my ear a couple of things I could make of him and another couple of things I could wrap around him.
Oh, and my absolute favourite:
“You love me.”
I stared at him and lied through my teeth (glad to know I could still do it), “I do not love you”
He pulled me even deeper into him.
“Liar”, he whispered. “You’ve loved me since I held your hand at your mother’s memorial service when you were five years old.”
Aren’t they just the cutest? But yeah, they’ve made each other crazy on more than one occasion. And by that I mean constantly.
“Your grandmother used to say that you were two souls separated in heaven. She mainly meant you were both trouble and deserved each other.”
Another thing I loved about Indy is her language, she’s an artist with words.
“Icky is icky. There’s no getting past icky. He’s not only icky, he’s creepy. Even if you could get past icky, you can’t get past creepy. Jeez.”
Also, friendship meter was off the charts. And not only between Indy and Ally, their moms had something beautiful and it seems like every friendship in this book is something incredible and magical.
“he was my friend and I had to keep him safe. That’s what friends do. They don’t drink so they can drive you home when you’re drunk. They like your boyfriends when you’re with them and then trash them after you’ve broken up. And they find you a safe house when people are shooting at you…”
I think I’ve fallen in love with Kristen Ashley’s writing and I already have all avialable Rock Chick books on my to-read list. If you’re looking for something to pick up your mood – you’d want this.
P.S.: I’d quote the whole book if I could, but that would spoil all the fun for you.
Over and out