Celine is a French blogger who writes some fictional reviews about the books she loves the most and they always make me laugh. I hope the humor even if translated is kept. Thanks for her reviews.
Thoughtless, Book 2
Synopsis: A lot can happen in a year. You grow, you change, you learn from your mistakes. And Kiera had made a lot of mistakes to learn from. But she had learned, and she was determined to never cause a man pain again, especially the amazing man who currently held her heart. But life offers new challenges for every relationship, and when Kiera’s love is put to the ultimate test, will it come out the other side unscathed?
Love is easy…trust is hard.
Disclaimer: “The characters and situations in this story are fictional, any resemblance to existing persons and situations can only be coincidental“
Streets parade through the windows of the cab which leads me to my redemption. He stops in front of a building whose facade had to be redone. The sky is already low tonight, but I clearly distinguish the library that stands at its side. The Gods-of-all-the-things-to-the-land-of-sky-and-the-Sea has a funny sense of humor. The devil spawns with the angels. I open the door and wait patiently for the driver to give me my change, the equivalent of a book, it’s not nothing.
I push the solid wood door to appear into a long corridor dominated by a portrait gallery proudly brandishing a badge, the one of the Abstinence Bookish. They did it, they came out. I can also do it, I just need to convince myself. I’ll also have my portrait and my badge, and I will be there in the middle of all these heroes.
I arrive in a medium sized room, the center of which a circle of chairs is arranged. The light seems to have been placed there only to illuminate the round, pale imitation of a game. Just to make sure, I scan the room to locate the light of television cameras. Knowing the Gods-of-all-the-things-to-the-land-of-sky-and-the-Sea, this wouldn’t have been surprising.
A throat clears me out of my meditation. A red-haired woman with a hostess face with her arched blue suit and her hair pulled back gives me a smile that seems benevolent but in which I feel an ounce of dawn irritation. I refrain from making any comment. I’m a little late, and I hate being late. It necessarily attracts attention. I should have left earlier.
My hands are sweaty, and I try to wipe them discreetly on the ridiculous little pleated skirt that I put to give a good image. This is useless. I hope that no one will have the good sense to shake my hand. “The-late-girl-with-sweaty-hands,” the best to make an impression.
I go to an empty chair on tiptoe, avoiding as best as I can to slam my heels on the floor. I must have the gait of a duck. I would have liked to transform myself into a mouse, right now, immediately to engulf me in a hole. But I’m sure the Gods-of-all-the-things-to-the-land-of-sky-and-the-Sea have plugged all the holes in the wall. There is no way out, they thought of everything.
The lady-hostess-Host makes me a big smile. She should try another work and shoot commercial show for toothpaste. I do not like her smile. Not quite true.
– Welcome Livre-vie.
Well, to late for anonymity.
The badge that adorns my white blouse remembers me how it was illusory to believe that I was going to sit, listen quietly, nodding displaying with a concentrated air, and leave. No, the gods-of-all-the-things-to-the-land-of-sky-and-the-Sea are too cunning for that, and I am a repeat offender.
– Well, we can start, she said.
Her tone is drier than friendly, as if the natural was returning at a gallop. I imagine her for a moment with an army uniform. I contain my smile, it would have been improper.
She nods at my neighbor, the show can begin.
It’s my turn. All faces turned to me, hopefully. I have a trembling voice.
– Hello, my name is livre-vie…
I pause, those pesky words refused to come out. I try to clear my throat, scraping my throat. Not a chance. I clench my fists under the influence of frustration; it seemed so easy for the others. Fortunately I bite my nails, otherwise I would have blood palms.
Beads of sweat appear on my forehead. I close my eyes tight, perhaps by opening them, I will be transported elsewhere. I open them. I’m still here on this hard seat. It only works in books. I offer a small smile at the redhead lady, small smiles are the key to dodge normally. She waits patiently without losing her smile that threatens me silently. “We have the means to make you talk.” I let out a long sigh and I feel my shoulders sag.
– I’m a book-addict.
That’s it, the air enters back into my lungs. Well, I have to say I’m a little disappointed, I expected at least a “ola” congratulations, but no … nothing …
– Acceptance is the first step towards healing.
Okay, but still … A small banner with “Bravo !! ” written on it would not have been refused.
– Tell us about your last relapse.
I envision a time to hide under my seat but all eyes on me dissuade me from the slightest gesture. Instead, I twist the hands in a frantic ballet. I do not like talking about my shameful sins, they are not shameful for nothing.
In a faltering voice, I begin. The sooner I’ll speak, the sooner I’ll be outside. Resistance is useless, the Lady-General-in-Chief is not a funny behind her false hostess air.
– It was Effortless by SC Stephens, and it was good, really good.
Johanne sighs near to me.
– Oh yes, that was good.
– Johanne, reprimands the Lady-Rousse-General-in-chief while she puts her escaped hair back.
Johanne heads down, but I saw her little smile, we’re part of the same team.
– The first volume was already nice, but Kiera was a little head slaps, and the love triangle was at the politically correct limit. But in Volume 2, the relationship between Kiera and Kellan is serious. – I let my eyes sail the waves of dreams – and they must learn to trust each other. And it’s hard when you have their past and near future, really difficult.
I square in my chair as best I can. It’s really not comfortable. If I come back, I’ll have to think to bring a pillow, I’ll have bruises on the butt.
– But the couple is changing, Kiera evolves, she grows up, and she assumes her choices. They always have their inner demons, but they love each other.
With the sleeve of my shirt I wipe the sweat begining to slide down the bridge of my nose. Hummingbirds make bitting my little heart in the tumult of emotions that send me this simple evocation.
– And the author is very good at transmitting the different stages of tension – love, anger, sex – … Ahh, the scene of the bathroom … and the bus … and the latest …
I take my head in my hands, and pressed my elbows on my knees.
– And Volume 3 comes out in September …
Johanne puts her hand on my shoulder in a gesture that wants comforting.
– Do not worry, there are others of the same kind.
The General-in-Chief crushes us with a look. This is her turn to sigh.
– We have much work to do to for you to deserve your badges. The gods will not be happy at all …