~ Synopsis ~
Best friends since they could walk.
In love since the age of fourteen.
Complete strangers since this morning.
He’ll do anything to remember.
She’ll do anything to forget.
Two of my favorite authors have come together to write what was one of my most anticipated books of 2015 – and we were lucky enough to get it three days early. Never Never is one of the biggest page turners I’ve ever read. The suspense in this story is unlike any other I’ve experienced. Silas and Charlie – like the synopsis says – best friends since they could walk – in love since the age of fourteen – complete strangers since this morning.
The questions running through your head right now….. wait for it, there will be more.
These two weave a story together through a dual narration – developing a very complex story between Charlie and Silas. It’s a very different story than I’m used too, but watching their relationship develop as these two strive for answers to an infinite amount of questions …. it was beautiful, sad and maddening to say the least….
I knew going into the story it was going to be a series – so I prepared myself for anything, but these two authors blew me away. The idea of this story in itself is bizarre – but leaves you desperate for more. I waited to start the story this weekend – knowing I would want to devour it in one sitting, and thank god I did. This is not a story you can step away from ….. and come back too. I weaved through the chaos of memories revealed in Fisher and Hoover’s masterful way only to throw my Kindle across the room towards the end…. yes, I threw my beloved e-reader (thankfully it was ok.) Because I didn’t know what else to do. Everything in this story is a mystery – and everything is a clue – it’s our job as the readers to figure it all out….
My emotions ran high throughout the entire story – Charlie and Silas maybe my new favorite story of all time and I can’t wait for the 2nd book to come out.
“We stand among a group of onlookers, and Silas reaches for my hand. For the first time, I don’t pull away from him. I let his warm fingers intertwine with mine. With his free hand, he takes a picture of the violinist, then he looks down at me. “So I can remember the first time I held your hand.” “