❝ Ours is a love that reimagines—that peels back the sky at high noon searching for the stars, collecting them like shells in a bucket. We bathe in stardust, drink from the Milky Way, and dance on the moon. We pierce the firmament, peer into infinity, and tread on time and space. There is no before. There is no after. Now gives birth to forever. This moment may die, but this love never will. Time is not a line. It’s a circle, and we, August and Iris, we stand at the center.❞
Long Shot by Kennedy Ryan – 5 Stars!
As a reviewer, I like to think I make it pretty clear when something works for me and when something doesn’t work for me. When it doesn’t, I’ll honestly lay out why. And when it does, I’ll shout my love from the rooftops.
So this is me.
SHOUTING FROM THE MOTHERFUCKING ROOFTOPS TO READ. THIS. BOOK.
When I first read Kennedy’s Grip series, I knew this woman’s writing was for me. When I finished Long Shot, I knew this woman cemented herself as a favorite.
Now from the teasers and posts the author has shared, I think most can surmise what this story is about and the tough subject it covers (a little more on that towards the end of this review). I don’t want to go into any specific details because it’ll be pretty hard to talk about the plot without honestly revealing huge spoilers.
Instead, I’m going to let Kennedy’s beautiful prose and her magnificent characters sell this book for me.
Iris, our heroine, is one of THE BEST, one of the strongest and most resilient female characters you will ever read about. It can be tough for a female character who is so strong to not come off as arrogant or obnoxious. Iris was neither. Iris was beauty and strength personified.
❝ And in a smoky room filled with shadows, those parts of me Caleb scattered, I reconvene. All the pieces he splintered, I mend. And everything he stole from me like a petty thief, those things, every single one of them, I repossess.❞
❝ With no escape in sight, I seek the only freedom left to me—my thoughts, my dreams, and my memories. I remember a magical night under the stars, under a streetlight on the eve of greatness. A night filled with laughter and confidences, pregnant with promise. And I see him so clearly, my prince, asking for a kiss. Sometimes, we stand at a juncture on which our path, our very life can turn. A fork in the road. Sometimes the heart speaks in whispers, and by the time we hear, by the time we listen, it’s too late and we don’t know. We don’t know that we should have turned right instead of left. Chosen one instead of the other. But now, in the retreat of my mind, I know. And I kiss him. In my dreams I choose him, my prince, instead of the fraud. In this parallel universe, at this second-chance juncture, I turn right instead of choosing wrong . . . and there, only there, we are together.❞
August, our….*clears throat*
I need to stop and just breathe here because HOLY MOTHER OF ALL THAT IS GOOD, WHAT A MAN. Okay okay – back to the review – *ahem*….August, our hero, is possibly the MOST perfect male ever written. There isn’t enough time in the universe for me to thoroughly explain how much I LOVE THIS MAN. How thoughtful and romantic and respectful and caring and persistent he was. His thoughts had me melting quicker than a popsicle on the fourth of July. And ahhhhh there is so much more I want to say but, you know, spoilers.
❝ You can be on my team.”
“Oh.” I lob a smile up at him, much too close to flirting. “And what position will I play on your team?” His smile melts a little around the edges, and his eyes lose some of their humor.
“At the five-spot,” he says softly.
The five-spot? His position is the point guard, or the one-spot. Shooting guard is the two. The three is small forward, and the four is power forward. The five is . . .
“Center,” he says, linking our fingers and toying with the hair hanging on my shoulder. “If you were mine, Iris, there would be no doubt what position you’d hold in my life. You’d be center. I’d play you at the five.❞
❝ And if I never see another woman come, that’s fine with me. If I could just watch this one in the eye of her storm, in this crisis of her pleasure, it would be enough. God, for the rest of my life, it would be enough. The look on her face is wondrous, as if she’s suspended between realities, has wandered into a fantasy and is drowning in this rapture.❞
❝ She’s the most intoxicating champagne. I sip. I drink. I slurp. I gulp her until I can’t remember the taste of another woman—there’s only ever been her scent and her hair and her shape. She is singular, obliterating every kiss that came before her, eliminating the possibility of anyone else ever tasting this good.❞
❝I empty myself of all I was before and take whatever she has to give. There’s a newness when our eyes meet—wonder in the laughter we share while I hold her. We don’t speak, but there’s eloquence in our fingertips, in our hands as we touch and explore. Our bodies commune, confess. I don’t have to say the words. She knows I’m hers.❞
Ok, I need to stop here because I could spend all day re-reading and sharing all the highlights I have of all the delicious things that came from August.
And just one for Lo, because, OMG, I adore her:
❝ There is only one thing I take lying down, and that’s the good dick. Even then I’ll probably end up on top.❞
I know those quotes are enough to make you itch to pick this up. But I URGE you to read it. This is easily making my favorites list.
And I’ll leave it with this:
This book isn’t easy. It’s poignant and painful and will resonate and stay with you for a very long time. I am telling you now it’s going to crush you a little. But even with all the pain, there’s so much beauty. SO MUCH LOVE. August and Iris will enamor you from start to finish.
Simply outstanding and HIGHLY recommended.
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