On Friday I always have this bookish meme in which I feature my current read and dive into it a bit more. I came across this article over at Tenacious Reader’s blog and fell in love at the spot, and I’ve loved writing this article so far.
| What kind of article is Friday First? |
It will feature the first few sentences/paragraph of my current book and my first impressions as well. It’s meant to be a quick and easy way to share a bit about what I am reading, and I would love to hear others join in sharing their current reads as well.
The format is really simple. Include a quote. Include first impressions, it will not be a long drawn out analysis of the text or grand speculation of what is to come. Just a brief overview of how I’m feeling about the beginning of the book.
| Today’s Book |
About Until you’re mine:
Ways to screw up the MMA comeback I’ve been working so hard on:
1. Check out my trainer’s little sister in front of him, which gets me hit in the head
2. Make excuses to stay at the gym afterhours so I can watch her face scrunch up while she balances the books
3. Forget that she’s leaving at the end of the summer and we’re supposed to be sticking to just friends
4. Get caught making out with her, earning even more hellacious training sessions, along with a warning to stay away
5. Switch my focus to proving I won’t stop fighting until she’s mine
| First Paragraph|
The past collided into the present as I stepped into the place that used to serve as my second home. The scent of rubber and worn leather accompanied the tap, tap, tap of gloved fists hitting punching bags and bare feet slapping mats. Phrases I’d heard a thousand times swirled into the mix, barked orders like “hands up”, “move to the other side”, and “stay on him.”
Even the slight tinge of sweat insinuated its way into the part of my brain that held all my memories, solidifying the you’re home sensation rising through me, despite the fact that this gym- hell, even this city- hadn’t been my home in years.
There was a time when I would’ve given up afternoons with friends and even the occasional weekend at the beach to help out Dad at his MMA training gym. Now it was the last place I wanted to be, and so not how the summer before my dream internship at the super hip gallery in San Fransisco was supposed to go. Giving up afternoons with friends and weekends on the beach wasn’t something I did willingly anymore, not for the guy who could never bother to show up at my things. Throughout the years, there’d been piano recitals, planned movie dates, art shows, and even birthday parties where he’d never showed.
Living several hours away made it easier, because then I didn’t hold my breath, thinking that this time, Dad might actually show up. My goals and passions were never important enough to merit missing anything at the gym or in the cage, and since it constantly left me feeling torn up inside, I’d worked hard to get myself out of this world and put it mostly behind me. It was also why, when I was considering whether to go to the California Institute of the Arts in Valencia or the San Fransisco Art Institute, I’d chosen San Fransisco- I’d needed to get away, somewhere far enough that I wouldn’t be easily tempted back. Now here I was. Only temporarily, but still.
A loud smack drew my attention at the raised cage in the middle of the room. My oldest brother, Liam, had his bitted hands help up for striking training as he circled a guy with thick dark hair.
The guy’s jab was solid, as was his undercut, and I couldn’t help but noticing that his body was also very…solid. Without a shirt in the way, I could see every muscle and how they worked together, flexing and bunching as he moved and struck. My anxious, hesitant pace slowed even more as I got caught up in a moment of testosterone appreciation. The speed and power of his punches, the glistening muscles. Holy shit, his arms…
My heart went from beating to skidding, the lack of full beats leaving me a tad dizzy. Okay, so I might’ve forgotten the dopamine rush that came along with being in the gym, constantly surrounded by ripped guys who dripped masculinity.
| First Impressions |
At the moment I’m at page 81 and so far it’s been a fast-paced read. I’ve already read the other book in this MMA fighter series, Until we’re more, and I loved it sooo much. So I started reading this book feeling very excited. I’m glad to see that so far, it’s meeting my expectations of being an enthralling and addictive read.
The story-line is a bit slow, but this gives the author an opportunity to add a lot of depth to the characters, which is something I’m happy with in this situation. I love the slow burn romance and the bickering between the characters. It’s that fun kind of ‘teasing’ you come across when two people are into each other – I remember doing this with a boy I liked in High School and it was always so much fun to go back and forth with him like this.
I also really like seeing the family relationships that are presented in the book, especially since I’ve read more about that in the other book already. This family isn’t perfect but that’s what I like reading about; them reconciling at one point or another. So I can’t wait to see those family relations positively progressing as well.
The only thing that’s bothering me a bit is the fact that our female lead has a boyfriend and even though she hasn’t done anything with the MMA fighter yet, I’m hoping she won’t act upon her attraction to him before ending it with the other guy. It’s obvious her relationship with her boyfriend is a bit mellow and she’s a way better fit with Shane, the MMA fighter. I’m just hoping at this point that there won’t be any cheating because that would be a bummer.