Author: Amy Harmon
Release Date: February 21, 2017
Publisher: Spencer Hill Press
Synopsis: The Spencer Hill Press release will have Bonus Content never before available.
Ambrose Young was beautiful. The kind of beautiful that graced the covers of romance novels, and Fern Taylor would know. She’d been reading them since she was thirteen. But maybe because he was so beautiful he was never someone Fern thought she could have . . . until he wasn’t beautiful anymore.
Making Faces is the story of a small town where five young men go off to war, and only one comes back. It is the story of loss. Collective loss, individual loss, loss of beauty, loss of life, loss of identity. It is the tale of one girl’s love for a broken boy, and a wounded warrior’s love for an unremarkable girl. This is a story of friendship that overcomes heartache, heroism that defies the common definitions, and a modern tale of Beauty and the Beast, where we discover that there is a little beauty and a little beast in all of us.
Goodreads link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/30027407-making-faces
About the Author:
Amy Harmon is a New York Times, Wall Street Journal and USA Today bestselling author of ten novels. Her books are now being published in 13 languages around the globe.
She knew at an early age that writing was something she wanted to do, and divided her time between writing songs and stories as she grew. Having grown up in the middle of wheat fields without a television, with only her books and her siblings to entertain her, she developed a strong sense of what made a good story.
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They weren’t typical love notes. They were love notes because Fern poured her heart and soul into them, and Ambrose seemed to do the same, answering with an honesty and a vulnerability she hadn’t anticipated. Fern didn’t innumerate all the things she/Rita loved about him, didn’t rave on and on about his looks, his hair, his strength, his talent. She could have, but she was more interested in all the things she didn’t know. So she carefully chose her words and crafted questions that would allow her access to his innermost thoughts. She knew it was a charade. But she couldn’t help herself.
It started with simple questions. Easy things like sour or sweet, winter or fall, pizza or tacos. But then they veered into the deep, the personal, the revealing. Back and forth they went, asking and answering, and it felt a little like undressing–removing the unimportant things first, the jacket, the earrings, the baseball cap. Before long, buttons were undone, zippers were sliding down, and clothes were falling to the floor. Fern’s heart would flutter and her breaths grew short with every barrier crossed, every piece of metaphorical clothing discarded.
Lost or Alone? Ambrose said alone, and Fern responded, “I would much rather be lost with you than alone without you, so I choose lost with a caveat.” Ambrose responded, “No caveats,” to which Fern replied, “Then lost, because alone feels permanent, and lost can be found.”
Streetlights or Stoplights? Fern: Streetlights made me feel safe. Ambrose: Stoplights make me restless.
Nobody or Nowhere? Fern: I’d rather be nobody at home than somebody somewhere else. Ambrose: I’d rather be nowhere. Being nobody when you’re expected to be somebody gets old. Fern: How would you know? Have you ever been nobody? Ambrose: Everybody who is somebody becomes nobody the moment they fail.
Smart or Beautiful? Ambrose claimed smart, but then proceeded to tell her how beautiful she (Rita) was. Fern claimed beautiful and went on to tell Ambrose how clever he was.
Before or After? Fern: Before, anticipation is usually better than the real thing. Ambrose: After. The real thing, when done right, is always better than a daydream. Fern wouldn’t know, would she? She let that one slide.
Love songs or Poetry? Ambrose: Love songs–you get the best of both, poetry set to music. And you can’t dance to poetry. He then made a list of his favorite ballads. It was an impressive list, and Fern spent one evening making a mix CD of all of them. Fern said poetry and sent him back some of the poems she’d written. It was risky, foolish, and she was completely naked by this point in the game, yet she played on.
Stickers or Crayons? Candles or Light bulbs? Church or School? Bells or Whistles? Old or New? The questions continued, the answers flew, and Fern would read each letter very slowly, perched on the toilet in the girl’s restroom and then spend the rest of the school day crafting a response.