Welcome to my post for the My Last Kiss book tour! I have a review coming up, as well as an excerpt, and a giveaway for a copy of My Last Kiss and swag. But, before we get to all that, allow me to introduce the book:
Release date: June 10, 2014
Publisher: Farrar, Straus and Giroux
What if your last kiss was with the wrong boy?
Cassidy Haines remembers her first kiss vividly. It was on the old covered bridge the summer before her freshman year with her boyfriend of three years, Ethan Keys. But her last kiss--the one she shared with someone at her seventeenth birthday party the night she died--is a blur. Cassidy is trapped in the living world, not only mourning the loss of her human body, but left with the grim suspicion that her untimely death wasn't a suicide as everyone assumes. She can't remember anything from the weeks leading up to her birthday and she's worried that she may have betrayed her boyfriend.
If Cassidy is to uncover the truth about that fateful night and make amends with the only boy she'll ever love, she must face her past and all the decisions she made--good and bad--that led to her last kiss.
Bethany Neal's suspenseful debut novel is about the power of first love and the haunting lies that threaten to tear it apart.
My Rating: 4 Roses
Cassidy was a good heroine. She had her flaws, but she was a generally good person who was dedicated to those she cared about. And she was determined to find out what happened the night she died and make amends for it. I thought she was a likable character.
Ethan was Cassidy's boyfriend and he was a total sweetie. He was completely devoted to Cassidy and determined to help her find out what happened. I thought he was utterly adorable.
The romance was bittersweet and lovely. Cassidy and Ethan had been together for 3 years and it was clear that they were perfect for each other, despite the circumstances that conspired against them. I thought the romance was perfect.
I liked all the secondary characters and how they were all complex in their own ways. It made the story have that much more depth and made the mystery more interesting, since they all had their own complicated motivations. I thought they were all well done.
The plot was well paced and, though there were some points were the pace hit a snag, I was hooked most of the way through. The mystery kept me engaged and totally drawn in. The truth if of what happened that night and the full extent of how much was involved in it was truly surprising. I definitely didn't expect it. I really enjoyed the story and the ending was bittersweet, both heartbreaking and perfect.
My Last Kiss was a wonderful YA read. I really liked this book. From the intriguing mystery to the sweet romance, this book was lovely. YA lovers, this is a book you'll definitely want to check out.
*I received a complimentary copy from the publisher in exchange for an honest review
I take one step and suddenly my whole body stings. I fall to my knees and clutch my middle. The worst pain I’ve ever felt invades my limbs, like when your foot falls asleep except it’s my entire body and it’s epically stronger. I’m screaming and gripping my sides, writhing in the fluffy white snow. And then the pain stops; as fast as it came, it stops. Filled with relief, I do a quick once-over of my body.
I even pinch my arm to check if I’m dreaming. How dumb is that?
I manage to open my eyes enough to see a silhouette standing above the waterline among the trees in Dover Park. He—at least I think it’s a he—is staring at me, but not at me, me. He’s staring at the bloody, twisted mess of me on the rocks along the riverbank.
Why are there two of me?! And how did I get in the river?
I run toward my other, mangled body. I must be having a nightmare—but it’s like there’s a force field around me. I sort of melt into the air, then get flung back. I land on my butt in a massive snowbank at the water’s edge, waiting to feel the cold from sitting in waist-deep snow.
A jagged chunk of ice floats by, sparkling in the early-morning moonlight.
I still haven’t felt the cold.
The silhouette is talking now. I hear him, but the words are muffled as if he’s talking underwater. I press my hands to the sides of my face and squeeze my eyes shut, concentrating. His voice comes clearer. . . He’s telling me he didn’t mean to.
Mean to what?
Now he’s telling me this isn’t how it was supposed to go. This is her fault.
Is “her” me?
I open my eyes to check if he’s talking to me, me. He’s not. I look at my Other body, broken and folded in ways a body should never bend over a mound of gray rocks. In one of my Other hands I’m holding something, maybe a piece of paper, but I can’t see it clearly. Snow piles high again around my eyes and my cheeks and now on my shoulders. It comes down, harder and harder, until I feel buried in it. I can’t even see it and I’m buried in it so deep that I can’t breathe.
Slowly a thought creeps in, settles in the front of my mind. It tugs at something I feel like I know but can’t quite remember. I open my mouth to speak it, but I don’t see my breath the way I should in early March. I glance up at the silhouette. He’s crying or maybe he’s yelling; either way, I can see his breath.
I’m not breathing. I don’t need to. The words float past my lips like a rehearsed chorus: “I’m dead.”
Up for grabs is a signed copy of My Last Kiss and swag. US/CAN only. Ends June 11.
About the Author:
You can find her locked in her Writertorium for insane amounts of time. But, hey, insanity is fun! My Last Kiss is her first novel.