{"id":917,"date":"2019-05-20T15:12:10","date_gmt":"2019-05-20T18:12:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.twobooksinashelf.com\/?p=917"},"modified":"2019-05-20T15:12:10","modified_gmt":"2019-05-20T18:12:10","slug":"resenha-a-five-minute-life","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.twobooksinashelf.com\/index.php\/resenha-a-five-minute-life\/","title":{"rendered":"Resenha – A Five Minute Life"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Thea Hughes has five minutes to live. <\/span><\/p>\n

A car accident stole her parents and left her with the second-worst documented case of amnesia in the world. She now has only minutes of experiences, of consciousness, of life\u2026before her memory is wiped clean. The once effervescent artist with a promising future is reduced to scribbling with pens and paper, living an empty, quiet life, three hundred seconds at a time. <\/span><\/p>\n

Jim Whelan is on autopilot. <\/span><\/p>\n

A foster kid shuffled around the system since birth, he\u2019s lived his entire life without knowing love\u2026and it\u2019s taken its toll\u2014until he learned to fight back, carry his armor, and keep his head down. <\/span><\/p>\n

Working as an orderly in the Blue Ridge Sanitarium, deep in Virginia countryside, Jim looked up\u2026and found Thea.<\/span><\/p>\n

When Thea has the chance to break free of her five-minute prison with a risky, experimental surgery, it could lead them both to an epic love they never thought possible\u2026 or one that could require the ultimate sacrifice.<\/span><\/p>\n

A stand-alone, new adult romance.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

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Uau. Eu realmente n\u00e3o sei como escrever uma resenha sobre esse livro. Nada do que eu escreva ser\u00e1 capaz de mostrar as emo\u00e7\u00f5es que eu senti lendo. Jimmy e Thea s\u00e3o personagens complexos, e eu acredito precisar de mais um livro para continuar aproveitando sua emocionante hist\u00f3ria. A escrita de Emma como sempre \u00e9 maravilhosa e te pega nos sentimentos. Ela cria uma hist\u00f3ria que te prende desde o in\u00edcio. Esse livro \u00e9 uma montanha-russa emocional do in\u00edcio ao fim, ent\u00e3o aperte os cintos! Jimmy, o que dizer sobre ele? O que dizer sobre uma pessoa que est\u00e1 quebrada\/abandonada h\u00e1 tanto tempo, mas continua sendo uma boa pessoa? Eu acho que a mensagem desse livro \u00e9 sobre acreditar. Acreditar que mesmo danificado, voc\u00ea merece ser feliz. Acreditar que mesmo quando algu\u00e9m est\u00e1 sozinho, ajuda \u00e9 poss\u00edvel. Acreditar no amor. Acreditar na beleza da vida. E acreditar no que voc\u00ea enxerga, mesmo quando as outras pessoas n\u00e3o conseguem ver a mesma coisa. Acreditar e ser feliz.<\/td>\nWow. I really don’t know how to write this review. Nothing that I say will be able to portray the emotions I felt while reading it. Jimmy and Thea are so complex, that I think I need another book to keep enjoying them. Emma’s writing as always is amazing and get you right in the feels. She creates a story line that gets you from the first chapter. This book is an emotional roller-coaster from beginning to finish, so buckle up! Jimmy, what to say about him? What to say about someone that has been broken for so long, but still is a good person? I think the message of this book is to believe. Believe that even broken, you deserve happiness. That even when someone is alone, help is possible. Believe in love. Believe in the beauty in life. And believe in what you see, even though other people can’t see the same. Believe and be happy.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

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\u201cMarc Antony,\u201d I said and nodded at her drawing. \u201cPart of your Egyptian studies?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Thea leaned her cheek on her folded hands like she was warming herself before a fire. \u201cMarc Antony is part of the romance. A love story with Cleopatra. He went to war for her. Died for her. When they told her he was dead, she put her hand in a basket with an asp. Can you imagine? Loving someone so much that the thought of life without them is too unbearable?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d I said. \u201cI can\u2019t.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Her gaze dropped to my hand on the table and her fingers reached to trace the scars on my knuckles. <\/span><\/p>\n

These tell a story, don\u2019t they?\u201d She traced one of the fine lines. \u201cYou put your hand in with the snakes, too.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I nodded slowly, savoring the feel of her warm skin on mine. \u201cSo the bullies would leave me alone.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd did they?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cEventually.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m glad.\u201d She put her hand in mine completely, her fingers wrapping around and holding tight. \u201cI\u2019m being too\u2026 something. Personal. Delia would throw a fit, but I feel like\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLike what, Thea?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLike I have to hold on to this moment, you know? Or you\u2026 I don\u2019t even know you and yet I don\u2019t want to stop talking to you.\u201d Her hand squeezed mine. \u201cI don\u2019t care if you have a stutter, but please keep talking to me, Jimmy. Okay?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

My mouth went dry at the nameless desperation in her eyes.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jesus, does she know she\u2019s trapped? She can\u2019t. Impossible\u2026<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

\u201cI won\u2019t,\u201d I said. \u201cI\u2019ll talk to you every day. I promise.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Thea breathed a small sigh of relief and released my hand. \u201cThank you, Jimmy. That makes me feel better.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

With a final smile\u2014a parting smile, I realized\u2014she took up her pen and then froze.<\/span><\/p>\n

She\u2019s resetting.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Confusion passed over her features. She looked up at me, flinching a little to see a big man in close proximity. I instantly leaned back to give her space.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHow long has it been?\u201d she asked.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cTwo years,\u201d I said, my voice hardly more than a whisper. \u201cBut the doctors are working on your case.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes, they are.\u201d She smiled hesitantly and found my nametag. \u201cI\u2019m Thea Hughes.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Seven. Seven times now.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

\u201cJim Whelan,\u201d I said.<\/span><\/p>\n

She offered her hand. Again. I took it robotically, enduring her one-pump shake. Again. Her fingers didn\u2019t linger in mine but released immediately, the way you do with a stranger. Again. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNice to meet you, Jim Whelan.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Fuck. I can\u2019t do this.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

I rose to my feet. \u201cI have to get to work.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Her face fell. \u201cOh. Bummer. Will I see you again?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I could promise her I would, but she wouldn\u2019t remember. There was no promise. I could tell her the sky was falling or my name was Abraham Lincoln and she wouldn\u2019t know the damn difference. It\u2019d vanish, like every other word we\u2019d ever spoken to each other. <\/span>I<\/span><\/i> vanished every time her reset hit and was recreated over again in Thea\u2019s eyes. I could be whatever I wanted; whomever I wanted. And yet she was the one woman I might\u2019ve had a chance to be myself with. <\/span><\/p>\n

The terrible irony of it was like copper in my mouth. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSure, Miss Hughes,\u201d I said. \u201cI\u2019ll see you tomorrow.\u201d<\/span><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

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