She really is beautiful. Ian is still wrapped around my back and he leans down to kiss my cheek. I look at him. He creases his brow. A year ago?
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Share it on your social network: Or you can just copy and share this url Growing up in an idealistic home, Sparrow Fisher is sheltered and innocent. When she meets Ian Sterling, a musician who is rising in popularity, she instantly falls for his charm.
At different places in their lives, Sparrow is off to college in New York, and Ian is traveling the country with the band. Over a five year span, Sparrow and Ian run into each other in unusual places. Each time, Sparrow has to decide if she can trust him, and if he feels the same for her. I had never heard anything so beautiful. I found his name on a program and thought it fit him perfectly.
Maybe I read too much, maybe my very vivid imagination has entertained every possible scenario, one way or another. Maybe I had started believing that it had all been done before.
Until I read this book. I dove in expecting great storytelling, nothing more, and I walked away with my mind spinning in so many directions, everything I thought I had believed about relationships and true love having been shaken, questioned, stretched beyond my own limits of familiarity.
This is the story of a young woman, Sparrow, and her tumultuous love affair with the only man she has ever loved, Ian. The story carries us over a five year period, following the ups and downs of the young couple who quite simply define the concept of soul mates.
What starts as a playful game of courting, soon develops into a genuinely loving and doting bond between two people who naturally gravitate towards one another. They love each other completely, obsessively, uncontrollably. I love you more. He is the first man to whom she gives her heart freely, entrusting him with all the innocence and untainted devotion of someone who has never experienced heartbreak before. He consumes her every thought, dream, hope for the future. We watch them grow as a couple, slowly, believably.
We fall in love with them, their innocent banter, their unquestionable tenderness and blind devotion to one another. We are bewitched by the chemistry between them and by how wonderful it feels to imagine ourselves in their shoes.
He does not believe himself capable of truly and selflessly loving another person, he mistrusts the longevity of love and he fears being rejected, hurt, not being loved enough. I look at you and I see all the good and I know that I could never deserve someone like you. She makes him want to change and be a better man for her, but ultimately, his self-doubts and ingrained scepticism force their relationship in a direction neither of them willingly take.
Their journey is one constant roller coaster ride, oscillating between intense moments of happiness and gut-wrenching episodes of heartbreak. She has created a gentle hero, a hero that is both fallible and infallible at the same time.
He loves with such intensity of emotion, such openness and devotion. He is romantic, attentive, affectionate, demonstrative, shamelessly in love with our heroine, committed to her body and soul. But by idolising her, he creates unrealistic expectations of himself, constantly expecting himself to fail her, and eventually he does just that.
You are perfect. It is flawless, original, and it awoke every romantic bone in me. It is a story about the enduring power of love, about forgiveness and finding our own version of happiness in life.
By every standard possible, this book is an absolute must read. Sparrow, meet J. Focus, Fisher. I needed to see the girl who turned Ian Sterling around. Elliot then and try to read how much he knows. Call me J … or Elliot. You know what? Ian introduces Tessa, and she quickly takes the pressure off of me.
Well, let us take you — no need to get a cab, right, Ian? We were about to head out on the town ourselves. Jared walks in just then, saving us once again.
With the three of them chatting around us, Ian touches my elbow. Will I? Can we be together tonight? When I go purple, Ian smiles a wicked grin and leans down by my ear, his breath tickling my neck and sending chill bumps all over my skin. The Maison is going strong when we get there. Tessa and Jared start dancing immediately. J sees a musician he knows and gets engrossed in a conversation. Ian stays by my side, not touching me, but no more than an inch away at all times.
I do want to. When Ian pulls me in and his body makes contact with mine, the currents pulse through us both. I know what he feels without looking at him. I know if I touch the small of his back like this or slightly rub my chest against his just so, it will drive him wild.
He knows that my neck is sensitive and that I love it when he pulls my back against him. We try for about ten minutes to avoid these triggers, but the rhythm picks up in the room and the impulse is too strong. He swipes my hair off my neck first to say something in my ear, I rub my chest against his, lightly touch his back, he whips me around and presses me against the front of him.
Like dominos falling one by one, our pretenses fall away and we dance. My hands say what my mouth cannot. I look in his eyes and see the love I feel gazing back at me. He touches my face, my hair, my shoulders, my heart, my back, my thighs. I get lost in it. I move into him, matching him touch for touch. His hands on me feel like finding water after years in the desert. It fills me up, as only he can do.
True Love Story
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