The title alone is a spoiler of some sort so I’m not going to pretend that this book had a happy ending - however hard I wish it did. How could you pity a boy this strong? So steadfast in how he wanted to exit this world. Aside from a few tirades spoken out of drunkenness, he never did feel sorry for himself. He made it so easy for me to love him as a character. This is the kind of book where you have to savour each word in order to feel all the courageous resolve in Austin, all the love he felt for everyone and the blinding hope that shines through him. He’d planned to face his fears, single-handedly try to change the lives of those he knew and perhaps grow a pair so he can finally tell the girl of his dreams how long he’d been in love with her. But this particular weekend is far from normal. I was introduced to Austin Parker a normal seventeen year old boy who was looking forward to the weekend that was upon him. If you were in my shoes yesterday, you would cry alligator tears too. I’m kind of a sporadically emotional reader. I had tears – big drops, the kind that made me think it wasn’t going to stop flowing and sticky goo running from my nose. I usually have a box of tissues within my reach, but had inconveniently run out yesterday. You know, that woman evangelist whose lashes were heavy and thick with goops of mascara? I kid you not. I look liked Tamara Faye LaValley Bakker Messner.

Call my cell phone if you need anything.' My fingers are lightning fast as I minimize the screen each time I hear footsteps approaching my door.īoss walks in and says, 'I’m going to be away for most of the morning. Perhaps when I'm a bit more sane, I'll write a coherent review. I'm going to clean up my mascara-streaked cheeks and get my shit together. Well, I made it - with three hours left to spare.

Never eighteen by megan bostic