Never have two words made my world crumble so hard. Never have I ever cried as hard at the end of the book as I did with this one. Wow. Thank you Amy, thank you.
For some reason the more I love the book the harder it is to write a coherent review - hence, the short one.
There hasn't been a book of Amy's that I read that haven't made me cry. The law of Moses? Cried! From sand and ash? Cried even more. Making Faces? I wailed, curled up in a fetus position on my bed, this book broke me so bad. And by so bad I mean so good.
“There's a lot I don't understand... but not understanding is better than not believing”
Amy Harmon doesn't just write fiction, she doesn't just write romance - she writes life. Her stories are so unbelievable, and yet they feel so real. I also feel like it's very important for me to stress out that I don't normally read romance. Especially contemporary romance, like ever. But Amy Harmon has magic and I am under her spell.
“Because terrible things happen to everyone, Brosey. We're all just so caught up in our own crap that we don't see the shit everyone else is wading through”
In every of her books I find new characters to love and Making Faces is not exception. Fern, Brosy and Bailey. They are not just great characters - they are characters that stay with you forever. To me, Amy Harmon is the queen of diverse characters. With every book I add a favorite one, or two to my list, and as long as Amy keeps writing that list will keep growing. I know I'm gushing, but the truth is - this book deserves it.
In the beginning I did feel like maybe the story was moving a bit too fast and I found myself craving more details and more descriptions. But somewhere near the half mark I forgot all about it as the feels hit me right in the heart.
I don't want to give away much of the plot, so just know that this book is about family love, friendship and life with a disability. It's about loss and it's about love. It's about life - beautiful and messy, happy and sad. And it's a new definite favorite of mine.
“And so we endure. We have faith that there is purpose. We hope for things we can't see. We believe that there are lessons in loss, power in love, and that we have within us the potential for a beauty so magnificent that our bodies can't contain it.”