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341 pages, Paperback
First published September 5, 2013
Mycroft grins. "So, you've only been in the city four months and you're already the babysitter for the school's eccentric genius."
"It's been four and a half months. And if you were such a genius, you wouldn't have a black eye."
"I'm only a genius with facts. I'm an academic genius and a social moron."
"At least you admit to being a moron at something."
"I admit to being a moron at a lot of things. Being a moron in one or two areas serves to highlight my extraordinary brilliance in everything else."Every Breath, US eARC, 5%
"...I could do this on my own, but . . . I don't want to."
"Right." I roll my eyes. "You need me to be your Watson."
"That's right."
"Because your genius doesn't work unless it's being lavished with attention."
Mycroft just grins. "Come on. I'll walk to you Biology."Every Breath, US eARC, 19%
"You don't have to pretend with me, you know." He reaches out and tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. His expression is so open and honest I feel it like a sucker punch. "I used to pretend, all the time, so I can spot it a mile away. If you're feeling shit, then just say so. I don't need to know the reason, it might be none of my business—"
"I'm feeling shit."
Every Breath, US eARC, 65%
I have courage sometimes, in the strangest situations, when there are dead bodies with their throats cut in abandoned hollows of midnight parks. But I'm gutless most of the time, gutless enough to say things that slash and wound with the same violence as a knife across an old man's throat.
Every Breath, US eARC, 73%
...in reality he's just looking for the same answers that everyone who loses somebody looks for.
Because the questions aren't How did he die? or Who killed him? They're much simpler. How can this happen? How can someone who was alive suddenly just not be there anymore?Every Breath, US eARC, 32%
Mycroft grins, ‘So, you’ve only been in the city four months and you’re already the babysitter for the school’s eccentric genius.’
‘It’s been four and a half months. And if you were such a genius, you wouldn’t have a black eye.’
‘I’m only a genius with facts. I’m an academic genius and a social moron.’
‘At least you admit to being a moron at something.’
‘I admit to being a moron at lots of things. Being a moron in one or two areas serves to highlight my extraordinary brilliance in everything else.’
”I want to be Sherlock-bloody-Holmes.”Meet James Mycroft. A British transplant to Australia after his parents die in a freak car accident, he’s tall, dark, handsome, mysterious, and rebellious. Apart from his obsession with forensic medicine and his high intelligence, he’s about as far from Sherlock Holmes personality wise as Kim Kardashian is to Princess Catherine. Let’s compare…
”Detection is, or ought to be, an exact science and should be treated in the same cold and unemotional manner”- Sherlock Holmes
”’I do care!’ Mycroft’s voice explodes off the walls nearby. ‘Bloody hell, if I didn’t care why would I bother trying to figure out who killed him?’”Whereas Sherlock gives no regard to even trying to care or get personally attached to the victim (or anyone else, in general), Mycroft is a very emotional person. He doesn’t solve crimes just for kicks or morbid fascination like his literary counterpart. He does it because he truly cares about the outcome. You can see and feel his torment and pain when it comes to his parents, and how much he misses them. And you can feel his love and care for Watts as well, who is potentially the only person who may understand what goes on in that funny little brain of his. Personally, I loved Mycroft as a character. He’s also sarcastic, witty and general smart-ass with a wicked sense of humor. Basically, he’s the exact polar opposite of the world’s greatest detective.
”I admit to being a moron at lots of things. Being a moron in one or two areas serves to highlight my extraordinary brilliance in everything else ”
”I don’t want to get attached to this city, or anything about it. I hate living in the city.”Sometimes she can be completely irrational (more so than Mycroft)..
”Well, at least I get to see Mycroft semi-naked before I die”But underneath her occasionally prickly personality, she cares deeply about the ones she loves. Although she doesn’t want to admit that she’s gotten attached to anyone in her short time here, she truly has. Mycroft, Mai, and Gus are the best friends she’s ever had, and without them, she wouldn’t nearly have as much adventure in her life then if she weren’t living in the country. She’s Mycroft’s voice of reason, and together they make a dynamic duo.
”I wanted Rachel Watts and James Mycroft to have a relationship that was created slowly, with a solid base in friendship, like a real life couple.”- Ellie MarneyYES!! YES!! Can we get an amen? There’s absolutely no instalove here; just a good, solid friendship that slowly turns into love. And it worked out beautifully.
”We have such a comfortable arrangement, where he studies at my place and I treat him like another brother. Then I go over to his place and we hang out, as friends, as mates. And it’s so easy, the way we are together, listening to music or talking rubbish.”Mycroft and Watts start off firmly as friends. Not even a hint of romantic attraction is hinted at. Watts acknowledges he’s good-looking, and Mycroft KNOWS he’s good looking, but it never goes any further than that. They have full-blown arguments, make up, and consider themselves more brother and sister than potential romantic interests. The romantic tension builds on both sides gradually throughout the novel, until finally they act on their romantic attraction. And when they DO get together… it’s HOT. Fan-inducing hot. Sweating like a sinner in church hot. Which made it all the more exciting when they do get together.
I have courage sometimes, in the strangest situations, when there are dead bodies with their throats cut in abandoned hollows of midnight parks. But I'm gutless most of the time, gutless enough to say things that slash and wound with the same violence as a knife across an old man's throat.