June 9th by Emha Goliesh
Publication date: June 9th 2016
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
June 9th: a night to love or a night to hate? A night to embrace or a night to erase? College freshman, Lacey Shyver, has no clue. Growing up with a neuromuscular disease, Lacey knows people only pretend to be nice—pity her, really, for looking different. That is, until graduating senior, Blake Nivey, enters her life. Breaking down her walls and lifting her spirits with just one touch, he’s not like the others. He cares about her well-being and makes her laugh. He unlocks something within Lacey that captures her soul, yet Lacey’s internal struggles surface. Is she just a charity case for him? Blake can’t possibly like someone with limited mobility when there are prettier girls wrapping their arms around him. Or can he? But when Lacey finally sees where Blake’s heart truly lies with her, everything changes. Because once June 9th begins, it never ends.
The synopsis marked this book out for me as something different, refreshing – a different point of view for a romance. And it was a different perspective, just not the one I was expecting.
On the whole, the story-telling was well paced, and the side characters colourful and entertaining. The character I struggled to connect with the most was Lacey herself. Although described as a strong individual, I didn’t find her to be so. Often in tears, I felt she was naive and needy, almost to the point of distraction at times.
That said, the underlying story premise is a reasonable one.
I received a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.
Amazon (will be found here come release day):
Shy and introverted, I never felt like I fit in, even though everyone saw me as a “social butterfly.” I moved around a lot in California, left people and met new ones, but nothing felt like home. Ever. Expect for writing. I grew up loving to write in small journals, under a desk, in a secret place. A place known to me and only me. I built a relationship with words in order to escape the reality that wrote about me—documents filled with all of my flaws and weaknesses. The reality that I didn’t understand at a young age and wanted to hide away from because my writing was something I could control. I could live in a secret place where every dream, fear, joy, and risk could be mine and only mine. My home. My safety. My love.