A PLACE WITHOUT YOU – Jewel E. Ann (chronique + extrait VO)

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Titre : A PLACE WITHOUT YOU

Auteur : Jewel E. Ann

Date de parution (VO) : 1er janvier 2019

Genre : romance contemporaine

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Trame (VO) :

The Law of Henna and Bodhi:
When love breaks, fall inward, fall together, and fall hard. Then let time pick up the pieces.

Everything feels temporary when you’ve experienced tragedy—until Henna Lane meets Bodhi at a music festival.

Young and spontaneous, they have a lust for seizing the moment, falling hard and fast.

When Bodhi is forced to leave without a goodbye, Henna thinks she’ll never get over him. But then she meets Mr. Malone, her sexy, new guidance counselor.

They are reckless.
They are forbidden.

When their secret is discovered, Henna has to choose between finishing school—banned from seeing Mr. Malone—or dropping out to follow her nomad dreams.

Henna chooses her dreams.

Over time, she learns that life is not a destination or a journey, some things are more than temporary, and the forbidden can never be ignored. But if she returns for him, will he still be hers?

A Place Without You is an emotional story of young love, shattered dreams, and impossible decisions.

 

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Avant de vous faire part de mon ressenti, voici un extrtait (VO) de cette petite merveille.

 

Extrait (VO) / EXCERPT

“Let’s eat before we leave. I’m sure there’s quite the spread downstairs.”

“Rich people breakfast?” I ask.

She furrows a brow for a few seconds. “Yes. I suppose so.” Rolling away, she swings her legs around and stands up, stretching like a cat.

“Do you eat rich people breakfast every morning?” My curiosity has been piqued.

After a long yawn, she cocks her head to the side, lips slightly twisted. “Shredded Wheat with cut-up banana and almond milk. Is that a rich person’s breakfast?”

I sit up, doing a bit of my own stretching, loving the way her gaze roams along my bare chest, her lips parting ever so slightly. “No. I think that’s a solid middle-class breakfast.”

“Middle. That’s average. Average is good, right?”

“There’s nothing average about you, Henna.” I stand, following her into the bedroom.

“I’m going to shower quickly, and by quickly I mean I need an hour. Do you have an hour?”

“To shower with you?” I try to play it cool, like I’m serious.

I’m a little serious.

The color leaves her face. “Oh, um …” She twists her fingers together, drawing her shoulders inward.

“I’m kidding.”

A little kidding.

Henna’s posture relaxes as her cheeks pink up again. “We could.” Her gaze darts around the room before landing on mine for two seconds only to wander around the room again.

“My clothes are at my hotel. I’ll shower there. I need to get going.”

A slow sigh deflates her chest as she tries on a smile that misses the confident mark by a few centimeters. “Okay.”

“But thanks for the offer.” I wink.

More color paints her cheeks, and it looks stunning on her. “I kinda sorta thought we’d have sex last night, but we didn’t, and that’s fine, but now I don’t know what comes next.”

Does that make me the world’s biggest idiot for not taking what she was planning on offering? Or does that make me a gentleman? I’ve already fucked her a hundred different ways in my head, so I’m going to shy away from the gentleman label.

“How about you put my number in your phone and I’ll call you later today? That feels like a good next, don’t you think?”

Henna nods and turns, walking toward the bedroom door. Digging through her purse, she retrieves her phone. When she pulls it out, a string of three condoms comes out with it. “Oh jeez.” Quickly snatching them off the floor, she shoves them back into her purse.

I don’t respond because I’m not sure what the correct response should be.

“I was conceived at Coachella.” She hands me her phone with the contact screen open, ready for my information.

Taking her phone, I give her an expectant look, but she withholds all elaboration.

“And by conceived, you mean physical conception, not merely an idea kind of conception?” I hand her phone back and give her mine.

“In the shadows behind a stage. I know more details than most people should actually know about the moment they were conceived.” She lifts a shoulder in a small shrug. “But Juni is my best friend. She’s the absolute coolest mom ever, and the story of how she met my dad is my favorite story ever.”

I nod as she keeps her chin tipped toward the screen to my phone. “Why is that?” I take my phone back when she holds it out to me.

“Yin Yang. Opposites. Laws of the universe.” She wears a satisfied smile. “My parents were temporary. I was permanent.” Holding out her arms, she inspects her henna tattoos as if seeing them for the first time. “My mom had henna tattoos on her body when she met my dad. Henna grows in intensity over a few days before fading to nothing. It’s magical and beautiful and then it’s gone. My parents say that about their love for each other. It grew quickly into something deep and intense, but over time it faded. Their love—like most everything in life—was temporary.”

“We’re temporary.”

Her empty stare shifts to meet my gaze and she nods. “Don’t sweat it. Everything is temporary. But today…” she walks into my chest, and my arms wrap around her as she looks up at me “…we should be at our brightest, our most intense.”

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MA NOTE : 5/5

Henna et Bodhi se rencontrent durant le festival de Coachella.

Ce qui semble n’être qu’une très jolie rencontre éphémère débouche pourtant sur une histoire d’amour bien plus profonde et déchirante.

Après le premier chapitre, nous réalisons que ce que nous avions perçu comme quelque chose de léger et sans lendemain, est peut-être l’œuvre du destin.

Mais les vies de Henna et de Bodhi, en dehors de l’ambiance de Coachella, sont loin d’être roses.

Pourront-ils avoir un avenir ensemble, ou le retour à la dure réalité reprendra-t-elle ses droits ?

Effectivement, la cicatrice de Henna est un rappel de la tragédie qui l’a frappée il n’y a pas si longtemps.

Et la vie quotidienne de Bodhi est aux antipodes de ce que son caractère jovial laissait entrevoir durant ce festival de musique.

Chacun doit reprendre ses obligations.

Et ils sont sur le point de découvrir à quel point elles peuvent être un véritable obstacle, ou une terrible cage…

Il y a certes un aspect que certains qualifieraient de « tabou », mais franchement, j’ai vu pire, mais pour Bodhi et Henna, c’est le cadet de leurs soucis.

La vie, en général, est celle qui va se charger de les mettre à l’épreuve, et le lecteur avec.

Quelle lecture, que d’émotions !

Jewel E. Ann m’a conquise l’an dernier avec The Transcend Duet , et depuis, j’ai lu tous ses livres (il ne me reste plus que When Life Happened), je vous les recommande absolument tous, du plus léger au plus dramatique.

Elle ne m’a jamais déçue, et je me demande à chaque fois quel est son secret pour écrire des histoires plus belles les unes que les autres, pour donner vie à des personnages aussi attachants les uns que les autres, et toucher des sujets aussi complexes les uns que les autres.

Je ne me lasse jamais de ses histoires.

Je ne peux donc que vous recommander A PLACE WITHOUT YOU.

Vous vivrez des moments légers et tendres, d’autres passionnés, et d’autres déchirants.

Les montagnes russes vous poursuivront jusqu’aux dernières pages et vous vous attacherez à d’autres personnages entourant ces deux héros.

En refermant ce livre, vous serez une boule d’émotions.

Normalement, j’enchaîne mes lectures assez vite, mais cette fois j’ai dû faire une pause de quelques jours. Je ne pouvais tout simplement pas laisser partir Henna et Bodhi aussi vite.

Je pense donc qu’ils vous accompagneront longtemps aussi.

Faites-vous plaisir et plongez dans cette belle histoire.

Et tant que vous y êtes, lisez tous les précédents livres de cette auteure !

 

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