Status Updates From How to Save a Life (Dreamca...

Starting this book at 5am was a spectacularly bad idea

Loving this book!

Evan Salinger stared at me and I stared down at him. Everything we’d had and everything we’d lost sitting right there in the short distance between us. All I had to do was reach through that cloud of time and memory, touch him and it would all come back… ❤

Once again I'm a bawling mess! Thanks a lot, Scott;););)

"And it felt like vows, our words. As if we’d bonded ourselves together at that riverbank, with the sun shining gold and hot above us".

I love Evan and Jo! What a story

Wow! I can't and won't put this book down until I reach the final page

I'm so angry and sad that I have tears in my eyes. Thanks Emma Scott!

Go to hell Shane and Merle. Thankfully Evan has Garrett

That gaze… it just wrapped around me, like my reverie, meshing and blending with it, until I was almost there, in my own place with a view of something beautiful in the window, and strong arms holding me…

I love every word! I want to lick my screen

Damn it!!!!!! My heart is breaking. This story is so powerful!!!!!!!

I freaking hate Shane and Merle!!!!!!!

Wow! Emma Scott can do no wrong! Her prose is exquisite

"No fluffy shit". I'm already intrigued by Jo

This story is heartbreaking!

oh that was sad...

And, my happiness was short lived...bring on the angst and the heartbreak!!

This is some beautiful stuff!!
Hold your breath
I will mark the minutes
And guard your peace...

Le sigh!!

I already love Evan...give me an misunderstood, somewhat damaged underdog, and I'm ready to lick him and make him my own!!!

“I came home.”

“I’m scared,” I whispered, my words now torn away by the wind.
“So am I,” Evan said, moving closer. “But we have to finish it.”

I threw back my head and came harder than I ever had in my life—a rolling wave, thunderous in the black backdrop of my eyes. My arms stretched over my head, fingers clutching the warm sand beyond the edge of the blanket.

"I traded my soul for shelter, a house to live in and food on the table. It was survival, not a life. Not a life…”

The same beautiful boy I’d known, now transformed into a ruggedly handsome twenty-two year old man. The same kindness in his eyes and the inherent goodness he radiated.

The night’s plans were blown apart and scattered like ashes of the dead. A different future from the one I sought with her was ordering itself around me.

--- I hope those fuckers die! Die dammit just fucking die aaarggh!

Something about sitting in a guy’s truck and watching him drive with masculine expertise was such a turn-on.