Mais uma resenha para vocês! Dessa vez temos a resenha de Immaterial Defense, o quarto livro da série Once and Forever da autora Lauren Stewart. Boa leitura! |
Another review for you! This time we have our review of Immaterial Defense, the fourth book in the Once and Forever Series, by author Lauren Stewart! Enjoy! |
Sinopse |
Synopsis |
| Ela está completamente sozinha na escuridão.
Ele está iluminando o palco. Mas nem mesmo a mais forte das luminárias não consegue alcançar as sombras de uma alma quebrada. Declan Qualquer pseudo roqueiro sonha sobre o dia em que fãs alucinados irão lotar seus shows. Mas o quanto mais as pessoas me veneram como um tipo de Deus da música, mais eu descubro o motivo de cantores serem chamados de “intérpretes”. Eu sou somente um impostor. Um falso. Eu preciso de alguma coisa real. Alguma coia que irá quebrar o glamour revoltante que se alastrou por todas as partes da minha vida. E por uma noite perfeita, eu achei a Sara. E então ela fugiu. Sara Nenhuma mulher sã teria deixado Declan depois de somente uma noite. Mas o deixar foi o mais seguro para nós dois. Eu passei tanto tempo enterrando minha antiga pessoa no passado, tentando apagar a pessoa vulnerável que eu costumava ser. Eu estou mais esperta agora – homens são perigosos, e relacionamentos mais ainda. Mas quanto mais tempo eu passo longe dele, mais eu quero voltar. Eu posso acabar despedaçada novamente. Ou talvez, quem sabe, ele será quem me ajudará a colar minhas peças. |
She’s all alone in the darkness.
He’s lighting up the stage.
But not even the brightest spotlight can reach the shadows of a broken soul.
Declan
Every wanna-be rocker dreams of the day when crazed fans will pack their shows. But the more people worship me as some kind of musical god, the more I realize why singers are called “performers.” I’m just a pretender. A fake.
I need something real. Something to break through the revolting glamour that’s bled into every part of my life. And for one perfect night, I found that in Sara.
Then she ran.
Sara
No sane woman would’ve ever walked away from Declan Hollis after only one night. But
walking away from him was the safest move for both of us.
I’ve spent so much time burying my old self in the past, trying to erase the vulnerable person I used to be. I’m smarter now—men are dangerous, and relationships are doubly so.
But the more time I spend away from him, the more I want to go back.
I may end up shattered all over again. Or maybe, just maybe, he’ll be the one to help me pick up the pieces.
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Resenha |
Review |
| Eu sempre gostei de histórias inspiradas em contos de fadas, e essa não foi exceção.
Tudo começou com uma noitada. Ou eu deveria dizer que essa noitada foi o catalisador de tudo? Declan está decepcionado com a fama, mas não quer decepcionar e abandonar seus colegas de banda. Sara está tão entranhada nas sombras de seu passado que ela não consegue enxergar a luz, ou o amor. Podem eles se ajudar? Podem eles mudar suas vidas para melhor, juntos? A história de Declan e Sara é sombria, triste e enrolada. Mas ao mesmo tempo é leve, engraçada e cheia de amor. As vezes eu queria esganar os dois, mostrar o que estava na cara deles e fazê-los enxergar a verdade, mas foi maravilhoso seguir a jornada deles. Se você gosta de livros que te deixam pensando mesmo depois de virar a última página, super recomendo essa leitura. |
I’ve always loved fairy tales retelling and this one was no exception.
It all started with a one night stand. Or should I say it was the catalyst for everything? Declan don’t want to be in the limelight anymore, but he has bandmates he can’t abandon. Sara is so much inside the shadows of her past, the se cannot see the light of love. Can them help each other? Can they change their lives for the better? Declan and Sara story is dark, twisted and sad. But at the same time, it is funny, light and full of love. At some times I wanted to get some sense into them, specially Sara, but it was great to follow their journey to love and self-worth. If you like book that will keep you thinking of it days latter, this book is for you. |
Somehow, our conversation maneuvered to the sad state of my love life. I’m fairly sure Trevor had guided us there, if for no other reason than to give me shit about how pathetic it was.
I sighed and pushed my food away, almost untouched. “If five years ago, anyone had said, ‘Hey, Dec. How would you like it if every woman you met wanted to sleep with you, just so she could tell her friends she’d banged the lead singer of a band?’ My response would’ve been: ‘Did you say something after ‘every woman I met wanted to sleep with me?’ And I wouldn’t have cared what the answer was. Now, knowing women are using me is just depressing.”
“Fuck that,” Trevor said. “I swear to the gods of music, if a woman wants to use me for sex, you sure as hell won’t hear me complaining about it.”
“That’s the difference between you and Declan,” Pete said, already smiling. “You said, ‘if a woman wants to use you.’ And that’s a pretty good-sized ‘if’.”
Everyone other than Trevor laughed. It made sense—he couldn’t see his own expression.
“Shit,” Pete continued. “No shame in it—none of us sees the amount of action Declan could.”
“If he weren’t such a pussy, you mean.”
“Obviously.”
“Hey!” I said it loud enough to know that they’d all heard me. So they were just pretending not to.
There was no way to explain it so they’d understand. Or not think I was insane. I’d guess that would be the natural reaction to a guy talking about how he feels like he’s two separate people—the one he’s always been and the one everyone expects him to be. It’s even sadder when the guy realizes that almost everyone he meets nowadays likes the fake him more than the real one.
Trevor would’ve gone cross-eyed if I told him that, until that night with Sara, sex just wasn’t as good as it had been before anyone knew who we were.
It was a conclusion I didn’t come to without a lot of rigorous testing, by the way. My folks didn’t raise a quitter.
But it became a little unpleasant when every time I fucked someone, I couldn’t get over the idea that it wasn’t really me who was getting laid. It was the guy I played onstage.
We might have looked the same, but every day he seemed more and more foreign to me. We didn’t wear the same clothes, use the same words, share the same values. I felt more like an actor now than a musician. Slipping into a role as I slipped into a costume that had been picked out and prepped by someone who’d barely ever spoken to me.
That was what made my one night with Sara stick with me. Not only was it physically amazing, Sara hadn’t met Declan Hollis, the lead singer of Self Defense who someone else had designed. She’d met Declan Hollis, the man who just wanted to be normal, get a house somewhere quiet where my dog didn’t have to run on concrete and shit on a four-by-four square of fake grass.
And she’d liked that Declan. She’d reminded me that he was enough, that he was attractive and could make someone laugh.
“Wait a sec. Does that shit really bother you?” Trevor asked. “Seriously? Fuck, that’s the only reason I’m here. If women didn’t want to use me to say they’d fucked a rockstar, I’d be sitting in front of a bonfire on the beach somewhere, drinking beer and playing somebody else’s tunes.”
“First of all, you’re not a rockstar.”
“Not yet. And luckily, these girls don’t think that far ahead.”
I grumbled but couldn’t disagree. “Secondly, you’d be playing someone else’s tunes? What the fuck is wrong with our tunes?”
He laughed. “Don’t worry, bro. The writing is flawless. It’s just not really my style.”
Again, I couldn’t disagree, at least with the second part. It wasn’t my style either. I’d stopped writing and doing what I wanted to a while ago.
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Sobre o autor / About the author
Lauren Stewart grew up reading Stephen King, Ray Bradbury, James Clavell, Piers Anthony, and Agatha Christie, which explains why she can’t seem to stick to one genre at a time.
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