My journey through books is very much like a relationship. There is the Getting To Know Each Other phase. The We Are Seriously Dating phase. The Oh My Gosh, Did You Leave Your Socks On The Floor Again phase. The I Love You Even With Your Annoying Quirks phase. And, sadly, the What Do You Mean There Aren’t Anymore Pages... Don’t You Love Me Anymore... Why? Why? Sob phase.
The Getting To Know Each Other phase is the most complicated for me. This is especially true when reading a book like Hush, Hush by Becca Fitzpatrick because this isn’t a sequel (it’s a fantastic debut actually) and the characters are brand new to me. This was very much like a blind date, complete with excitement and curiosity in equal measure and a smattering of fear that the date would involve a unibrow and ex-girlfriend stories involving chainsaws.
Sure, there was attraction as anyone who has seen the cover will attest to, but would we have anything to talk about? Would we connect? And would we reach that magical point where I truly care about the fate of the characters? That is my one unflinching requirement in my book relationships. And Ms. Fitzpatrick didn’t let me down. Her main character, Nora, was easy to care about without question, but there was a rocky road for me with some of the other characters.
Now, to explain, the story unfolds at a measured pace that left me confused as to what I was rooting for and completely unsure if Nora’s fate was in good hands. And for a while, I was even frustrated that the early part of dating this book didn’t include full disclosure about whom I was supposed to believe in, because other than Nora I didn’t have a clue.
The moment when I knew the book was getting to me was when, before going to bed, I had to get up and check the doors and windows again. That’s when it was terribly clear that the suspense in the story was powerful and my confusion appropriate and intended. (Well done, Ms. Fitzpatrick, you and Nora creeped me out and made me wonder if something was lurking outside my house.)
As Nora’s story, and my Hush, Hush relationship (which sounds much naughtier than it was), unfolded, my questions were answered and all the anxiousness proved to be only little moments in a very worthwhile relationship (unfortunately short lived because I couldn’t relax until it was finished).
I’m going to break my no-picture rule and post the cover here, because it is seriously hot. If you are looking to date a work of young adult fiction, Hush, Hush won’t let you down. And I am very excited to read the future books by Ms. Fitzpatrick, which is one of the reasons I love reading debut authors—it makes me feel like getting to be one of the first people to admire something beautiful like a painting or the first flowers of spring... or a book called Hush, Hush.
What can I say, I heart great stories.
Quote for the Day from Hush, Hush
“I crammed everything I’d read into a mental folder and filed it away. And stamped SCARY on the outside of the folder.”