{"id":1069,"date":"2020-09-22T11:25:49","date_gmt":"2020-09-22T14:25:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.twobooksinashelf.com\/?p=1069"},"modified":"2020-09-22T11:25:49","modified_gmt":"2020-09-22T14:25:49","slug":"resenha-lies-lullabies","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.twobooksinashelf.com\/index.php\/resenha-lies-lullabies\/","title":{"rendered":"Resenha – Lies & Lullabies"},"content":{"rendered":"

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<\/td>\nSummer nights and star-crossed lovers! From USA Today bestselling author Sarina Bowen.<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n

Once upon a time, he gave me a summer of friendship, followed by one perfect night. We shared a lot during our short time together. But he skipped a few crucial details.<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t know he was a rock star.<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t know his real name.<\/p>\n

Neither of us knew I\u2019d get pregnant.<\/p>\n

And I sure never expected to see him again.<\/p>\n

Five years later, his tour bus pulls up in Nest Lake, Maine. My little world is about to be shattered by loud music and the pounding of my own foolish heart.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

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<\/td>\nIt’s almost impossible to not love a book written by Sarina, and Lies & Lullabies is no different. The story gripped my attention from the first page and I did something I haven’t done in a long time, I read until two in the morning!! The main characters, the band, the mix of past and present, the cutest kid ever, everything contributes for an amazingly emotional story that makes you want to be best friends with the characters. I can’t wait to read the next book in this series!<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

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I watched Kira ride off, wondering what the hell had just happened. Sure, she probably guessed that I wrote that song about her. But she\u2019d only heard the first few bars before sprinting away like I was the devil himself.<\/p>\n

Spinning around, I located the lodge\u2019s bike shed. I rolled a bike out and hopped on. The seat was too low for me, so I had to stand up on the pedals.<\/p>\n

But no matter. I rode off after Kira, my first time on a real bike in years.<\/p>\n

The road curved around to the left, and Kira\u2019s house soon came into view. She was sitting on the front steps. She didn\u2019t look all that surprised to see me biking toward her, but the look of pain on her face was so vivid that I could feel it in my gut. Something was wrong, and I still didn\u2019t know what.<\/p>\n

\u201cFeel any better?\u201d<\/p>\n

She shook her head, and I thought I saw fear in her eyes.<\/p>\n

\u201cKira,\u201d I said softly. \u201cI know you want me to leave you alone right now, but I can\u2019t\u2014our conversation isn\u2019t over. In twenty-four hours I\u2019ll be back on that bus. Honestly, you\u2019re scaring me. When I last saw you, things seemed like they were on the upswing for you. When I said I think about you all the time, I didn\u2019t mean to be a creeper. I meant that I was picturing a happy ever after for you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMama!\u201d a little voice called from beyond the screen door.<\/p>\n

At the sound of it, Kira\u2019s whole body went rigid. And then tears spilled down her cheeks.<\/p>\n

I heard little footsteps pounding onto the screened porch. And then a small set of hands became visible against the door just behind Kira. Quick as a flash, Kira leapt to her feet and spun around, darting through the door. It closed with a bang behind her.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhoa,\u201d a man\u2019s voice said. \u201cDeep breaths, Kiki. What did he say?\u201d<\/p>\n

The hair stood up on my neck. I dropped the bicycle and covered the distance to the stoop in three paces. Leaping up, I opened the screen door. A little girl stood there, with fair, curly hair and blue-green eyes. I was no good with kids\u2019 ages. She wasn\u2019t an infant, but she wasn\u2019t school-aged either. There was a babyish fullness to her face. She was three? Four? Five? I looked up at Kira.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m so sorry,\u201d she squeaked.<\/p>\n

That\u2019s when I finally understood. And I almost couldn\u2019t draw breath to speak again. \u201cI\u2026 She\u2026 What the fuck, Kira?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s a very bad word,\u201d the little girl said, accusation in her voice.<\/p>\n

\u201cSorry,\u201d I said automatically. I raised my eyes to Kira\u2019s. \u201cYou\u2026 She\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

I couldn\u2019t think. There was pressure in my ears, and my pulse was ragged. Dizzy, I thought, absently, putting one hand on the door jamb for support.<\/p>\n

\u201cBreathe, man,\u201d the guy behind Kira said. He wore a bright pink polo shirt and an expression of concern. \u201cSit down. Seriously, before you crash.\u201d<\/p>\n

I bent over and grabbed my knees. \u201cOh my God.\u201d The only thing I could hear was my own ragged breathing and Kira\u2019s choked sobs.<\/p>\n

\u201cMama!\u201d a little voice said, full of alarm. \u201cDon\u2019t cry!\u201d<\/p>\n

The scary moment stretched on, until I heard yet another bicycle approaching outside. A moment later, another male voice called out, \u201cKnock-knock!\u201d<\/p>\n

The pink-polo-shirt guy answered him, his voice full of false cheer. \u201cHi, Luke!\u201d Under his breath he added, \u201cWow. It\u2019s raining men.\u201d Then he scooped the little girl up in his arms, stepped around me, and walked out the screen door. It closed behind him with a bang.<\/p>\n

I just stood there, staring at my shoes, trying to catch my breath. Kira\u2019s shoes moved into my visual field, but I wasn\u2019t ready to talk to her yet. Not until my head could clear. Which would probably be sometime next week.<\/p>\n

We stood here, awkward and quiet for a couple of long minutes. There was some low-key chatter outside, and then I heard the sound of the bicycle departing.<\/p>\n

The guy in the polo shirt came back inside, alone.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re her brother.\u201d I coughed, trying to reconstruct the world into a rational place.<\/p>\n

\u201cYup,\u201d the guy said. \u201cUncle Adam.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere is Vivi?\u201d Kira asked, her voice raw.<\/p>\n

\u201cLuke is taking her for a little bike ride. There may be ice cream involved.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cReally, Adam?\u201d Kira moved quickly to peer through the screen. \u201cBut that\u2019s awkward.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, honey. We have first class tickets on the HMS Awkward today. And the ship has sailed. Luke even had a pink helmet for her, Kiki. Just go with it, okay? I told him you were having a moment.\u201d<\/p>\n

I straightened up. \u201cShe\u2019s having a moment,\u201d I spat out. \u201cIs that what this is?\u201d My pulse was still pounding in my ears, but now from anger instead of shock.<\/p>\n

Kira was as pale as a sheet. \u201cI was going to tell you today.\u201d She pulled a photo out of her pocket. \u201cHere. I was trying to find a way.\u201d<\/p>\n

I snatched the picture from her hand. \u201cShe\u2019s, what, four?\u201d The photo shook as I tried to look at it. The little girl smiled up at the camera, a stuffed animal in her hands. It was purple. Somehow this detail made it all the more real. The little girl in the photo was clutching the purple cat I\u2019d won at the fair all those years ago.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

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