I received an ARC in exchange for an honest review.
“She was born for me to love.”
I am a ball FULL of emotions over this book. No, not because it was sad. But the words touched my heart. If LOVE could talk, it would simply echo the words of this book. True Love Way. Love always conquers. Love always wins.
“Why do you like kissing me?”
“Because you’re my favorite.”
When a girl with glasses, popping bubble gum, named Penelope Finnel moves next door, the life of Dillon Decker is no longer the same. He is immediately drawn to her and they quickly become best friends. Their story to friendship and love is epic. It’s a journey that you will FEEL. Dillon and Penelope’s friends are an additional plus to the story. True Love Way has so many layers. And as you peel back every layer as you read you want nothing more than to become lost in it.
“I’ve loved her since bubblegum bubbles and moving trucks. I love her for red heart shaped glasses. I love her because of the way she looks flying on my handlebars. I love her.”
This is so much more than your average best friends to lover story. True Love Way is not your cookie cutter contemporary romance. The emotions are raw. Sometimes ugly. But beautiful. Penelope is madness, and Dillon saves her everyday. He is her light in darkness. Without going into too much detail, getting up and facing daily life is a struggle for Penelope, but Dillon strives to make it easier for her. He is her hope, her light, her love. And Dillon loves Penelope with a love so fierce. His love goes where love shouldn’t ever go. His love always remains.
“She trusts me enough to let me have her love.”
The writing in this story is brilliant, inspiring, and beautiful. The words? Oh. THE WORDS. My heart fluttered over those words. The words have so much meaning.The author breathes life into her words. I didn’t rush this read. As much as I wanted to know what happened next in the story, I allowed myself to live the story rather than read it. This is what the author does. She puts you IN their world rather than tell you about it. Every single word is meticulous and adds to the shear perfection of the way this story is told. I held on to every word as it brought me deeper and deeper into this heart breaking, beautiful, epic love story.
“My love for her is absolute.”
Dillon and Penelope love with a love so deep. So consuming. So raw. Their love heals. It conquers. It conquers light and darkness. Their love is powerful. Moving. And I felt it. Every moment of it. I swooned, I laughed. I cried. This story has forever wrecked me as how do I compare the love of Penelope and Dillon to anyone else?
“I miss madness.”
My heart is absolutely overwhelmed with this story. It stole my breath and it gave me life at the same time. THIS book is why I read. True Love Way shatters any thoughts, notions, and ideas we ever thought about love. For love is never to be defined, explained, or put into words. Love just is. THIS BOOK. It pushes boundaries. It reminds you of the power in words, choices, and most of all the power in love. For love goes into the darkness. Love fights. And wins. And so did the love between Dillon and Penelope.
My dad stares at me like I just told him there’s a dental theories’ seminar for nerd dentists like himself he wasn’t invited to.
No, better than that.
His face reminds me of that time he realized a grown man had stolen his lucky molar spreader from his office after an extraction and was forced to buy a new, unlucky one.
"Are you sure you’re ready?" Dad clears his throat, shutting the door so that Mom doesn’t hear our conversation.
Sex is natural, it happens, and it’s a part of becoming a man. Dad told me all of this when he was naming parts on a plastic uterus, and now he wants to know if I’m ready. I wasn’t ready for hair to grow on my balls, but that happened.
I wonder how many M&M’s Coach Finnel will give me if I make Pen smile during sex.
Those should count as double.
"Considering Penelope’s condition, Dillon, committing to a physical relationship with her isn’t very wise."
"She’s sad sometimes," I say, swallowing my anger. "Not dying."
Pulling the rolling chair out from behind his desk, he sits and takes his glasses off. Dad pinches the bridge of his nose before continuing. "There’s more to it than that, Dillon. Especially in children, and that’s exactly what the two of you are."
We’re tangled limbs and naked skin, breathing heavily and touching curiously. My bare back stings under the summer sun, and her pale, undressed chest practically glows. A cage of stark white bone, red blood and muscle, and blue veins protect the fragile beating heart beneath. I brush my lips over the diamond-shaped collection of freckles at the base of her throat and push my knees up, opening hers around me.
She’s tired-wild and lifeless-living.
The dense wall of trees around us protects her from being seen, and the blanket over the grass keeps her comfortable. Far enough out into the woods, only the wildlife will hear her screams.
She’s all that matters and safe with me.
Sliding my hands up her thin stomach and over her round chest, my girl tilts her head back, and her brown eyes move under her translucent lids. Chapped lips part, and a sound so small escapes I don’t know if I heard it and question my own sanity.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" I ask, unbuttoning my shorts.
Penelope’s long lashes flutter, and she opens her eyes against sun rays so strong red blotches slowly appear on her outstretched arms. She has green blades of grass in her grip, holding on to Earth so she doesn’t fly away as I slowly push my fingers into her warmest spot.
My girl circles her hips over my hand, and I shove deeper, like either one of us knows what this really means.
Leaning over her small body, I kiss the length of Pen’s neck and pull her earlobe between my teeth.
"We can stop whenever you want," I say, licking the single tear that bleeds from the side of her eye.
"I don’t want to," insistence answers with a breathless voice.