You already know what it is…CoHo makes her way into ST&BR again. What can we say, we’re obsessed! If you’re sipping along with me, today we’re having margaritas! Feel free to use your favorite recipe, or try one of my favorite’s by Thug Kitchen. So. So. GOOD.
When she was 15 years old, Auburn Reed lost her first love to cancer. Now, 5 years later, she is a recent graduate of cosmetology school, living in Dallas while the rest of her family lives in Portland, and is in desperate need of more money. She stumbles upon the coolest art studio (seriously…the artist has a “confession box” and then attempts to make them come to life. SO. AWESOME) in need of assistance and immediately feels deeply attracted the artist Owen Mason Gentry, aka OMG.
Now, I’m going to say something that will sound like an exaggeration, but you’re going to have to trust me when I say that I’m being 100% truthful: I was literally ugly crying during the prologue…guys, that’s the first 3 ish pages (I was reading this electronically, so I’m not totally certain what page it was…whoops). Then, not even 10 pages later, I’m laughing, swooning, and clearing my schedule for the rest of the day. Again, not an exaggeration. I literally finished this book in less than 12 hours. Ask Taylor, she’ll tell you it’s true. I was so sucked into the story, dying to know the secrets that both Auburn and Owen were keeping. Then, once I found them out, I was crossing every finger, toe, eyeball, hoping that they could make their relationship work.
I won’t say that the characters were perfect. On the contrary, they both made horrible decisions that made me scream, “WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?!” (*thinks of Owen’s decision with his dad and takes a huge gulp of margarita*) But I think that made me enjoy the story even more. Both characters aren’t perfect…they are greatly flawed, have experienced tremendous loss, somehow manage to have such incredible hearts and try to do right by the ones that they love.
My main complaint is how neatly the book ties up…almost too clean and perfect. I won’t spoil it, but I was expecting bloodshed, violence…something. Maybe I’m just a bit too dramatic, or maybe I’ve been reading too many psychological thrillers. Or maybe this was the perfect ending for this book and proves that I should never be a writer. Yup, more than likely that’s it. I did enjoy seeing how the prologue was related to the main story (and not just because she felt a void in her heart from the loss of her true love, which probably would’ve irked me because I hate characters that pointlessly pine…it was more than that and made the whole relationship seem like *fate*).
One of the coolest parts of this book is the incorporation of “Owen’s” (aka real life artist Danny O’Connor) paintings into the book. This was one of my favorites personally:
You can even buy the prints on CoHo’s website! Side note: based on our
obsession appreciation of all things CoHo, how long until Taylor and I decide that we need them all? Let us know in the comments below!