Saturday, April 20, 2013

Wide Awake - Tour

A girl.
A coma.
A life she can't remember.

When Emma Walker wakes up in the hospital with no knowledge of how she got there, she learns that she's been in a coma for six months. Strangers show up and claim to be her parents, but she can't remember them. She can't remember anyone. Not her friends, not even her boyfriend. Even though she can't remember, everyone wants her to just pick up where she left off, but what she learns about the 'old her' makes her start to wish she'd never woken up. Her boyfriend breaks up with the new girl he's dating to be with her, her parents want her to start planning for college, her friends want their leader back, and her physical therapist with the hazel eyes keeps his distance to save his position at the hospital.

Will she ever feel like she recognizes the girl in the mirror?

Review :

This is a book that instantly made me want to stand up and take notice, I am a huge Shelly Crane fan the way she is able to tell a story always leave me amazed and I cannot wait to gobble up anything she gives us, even if it means staying up to all hours of the morning like I did with this book . . . I just could not put it down.

“It doesn't matter who you were or what you've done in the past. The only thing that matters is who you are right now.” 

Emma Walker has woken up from a 6 month coma and has no idea who she is or who the strangers are around her, she is generally confused and bewildered. How could she forget her own life or the people in it? Even more confusing she finds herself wanting to trust the man with the beautiful Hazel eyes who was standing over her when she first opened her eyes. 

“You're the girl that I'm falling madly in love with." I felt all the breath leave me. My mouth fell open, but no words escaped. He chuckled. "A speechless Emma. That's really cute.” 

Emma's parents are overwhelmed at having their daughter awake and all they want is to have her back even if they have to be a little overbearing to get there. You feel for Emma and can get her frustration and the emptiness she must feel. Your hearts will break for her parents in some moment but on others you want to yell at them to take a step back and give Emma a chance to breath and understand herself what is going on.

“Sometimes, knowing when to let go is just as important as knowing when to hold tight.” 

Emma's friends want her to be something she doesn't remember and there is a huge pressure on her to fit back into her old life like nothing happened but that is more complicated then anyone realizes, Emma is not the person she was and she needs to be given the time and space to work out who she is now without being forced into a mold of her former self.

“The things we should focus on in any life shouldn’t be what we’ve lost, but what we’ve gained”

Emma also learns that she has a boyfriend, the only problem is she doesn't see how it was possible that she was ever attracted to him in the first place and he appears to be a complete Jerk, she has no feeling towards him and all she can think about is her attraction towards him.

"I want to give you back your first kiss, the one that jerk stole from you. And I want it to be something that even a coma can't make you forget."

Mason is the man with the beautiful hazel eyes and he also happens to be Emma's physical therapist. He is kind and patient and perhaps the only person who Emma can be herself around without any preconceived notions and fear of upsetting anyone else. It also helps that she has something yummy to look at with his dark hair, piercing eyes and tattoo's can you say man candy? he can me swooning throughout the book and I have decided i need my own copy of him at home as soon as possible please and thank you.

“I turned my face to let his nose rub my cheek. "Mason, let's just stay here," I told him breathlessly.
He chuckled, huskily and dangerously. "Oh, no, absolutely not. I'm not to be trusted with you alone right now.”

This book has an amazing flow and story line and will keep you on your toes and never wanting to put it down, like all of Shelly's books I wanted and needed more until the very end where I needed a few moments to just gather my thoughts and smile.  

5.5/5 well deserved stars!

Author Bio:

YA author from a small town in Georgia and loves everything about the south. She is wife to a fantastical husband and stay at home mom to two boisterous and mischievous boys who keep her on her toes. They currently reside in everywhere USA as they happily travel all over with her husband's job. She loves to spend time with her family, binge on candy corn, go out to eat at new restaurants, buy paperbacks at little bookstores, site see in the new areas they travel to, listen to music everywhere and also LOVES to read.
Her own books happen by accident and she revels in the writing and imagination process. She doesn't go anywhere without her notepad for fear of an idea creeping up and not being able to write it down immediately, even in the middle of the night, where her best ideas are born.


          The next couple of weeks brought plenty of action and events. I focused harder on the therapy and tried to focus less on Mason. He seemed to be doing the same. I had renewed vigor, which led to stamina, which led to more workouts, which led to exhaustion, which led to tons of sleep, which led to healing, which led to me walking.


          This simple task, this simple thing that we all take for granted, that's so cute and monumental when a baby takes his first steps, but these first steps were so much more than that. Though I cried like a baby, I wasn't one. And though my mother cooed and fawned over me (because I had invited them that day to come because I just knew that day was going to be the day) I wasn't a toddler. I was me. I was finally getting a little piece of myself back. And though I tried so hard not to, my eyes drifted to the one person in the room that I knew would understand all this better than anyone else.

          Mason's eyes were already on me from across the parallel walking bars. This time, I didn't shy away from his gaze. I knew that our terms were shaky, but so was I, and I needed the stability of my lifeline. As our gazes collided, I expected a smile and happiness, but I didn't expect the level of pride and utter joy to be so prominent. The man was bursting at the seams with it. It filled his face and the smile he wore was the beautiful one that made me feel like everything was going to be OK.

          His lips parted and even in the loud room, I could still hear his breath. He said quietly, "You did it, Em." He moved forward and touched my arm. It was the first time he had touched me in weeks that had nothing to do with therapy. "I'm so proud of you."

          As his fingers circled my elbow, and I tried not to shiver in his grasp, I asked softly, knowing the answer, "You didn't believe that I was going to walk again some day?"

          "Of course I did." He smiled wider. "But today was the first time that you've ever believed it."
          He was right. Having faith and having hope were not the same thing, and I was just now understanding that.

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