-Does your sister let you touch her, Gemini?
-Barely, but, yes, more than anyone else. I remember even in preschool when the teacher would grab her hand, she’d stare at the spot where their skin connected as if it were an affront to her existence. Just stand there and glare like she wanted to hurt someone.
-Junipera suffers from a rare phobia.
-Please, what does June not suffer from?
-When did she start chasing storms?
-In third grade she started obsessing about the rain. Full blown? I’d say after hurricane Katrina she never looked back. And she didn’t just chase them, June became those wild storms.
Junipera and Gemini Jones, Irish twins born during the month of June, survive a childhood of neglect and poverty by looking out for one another. Destined for a group home, the girls are rescued by a rich aunt and uncle who move them from Northern Minnesota to Fairfield, Connecticut. One sister thrives while the other spins out of control. A violent assault leaves Gemini searching for clues, but what she finds might be questions that are better left unanswered.
JUST LOOK AT THAT COVER.
I am screaming Mara White’s name from all of the rooftops, here and there and everywhere. If you haven’t read any of her books, you’re definitely missing out!
Mara is a master story teller and not only can she tell bomb stories, that girl can WRITE. And not only THAT but she crafts three dynamic characters that were so deep I needed my arm floaties! I do need to say this: Junipera was incredible. The intensity that her presence created throughout the story was just unfathomable. She engulfed me whole.
“He gave Gem his lonely heart and she ate it.”
My only kink with the book was the POV’s and time frames. It was a little jumpy and took me more time than what I would like to catch up to speed on what was going on. I had to turn back a page or two a couple of times and in turn that takes a lot more time than I’d like.
“The storm had seduced her sister and she could see it clearly in her eyes. My sister is in an intimate relationship with Mother Nature.”
The title of the book fits the theme of the story to a T. The irony shouldn’t be lost on the reader in ANY way. If you finish the book and don’t see how the title fits in with the story of the book you’re missing a sliver of the story that is so important.
“It felt alive, like being in the center of the storm. Potential to rip you apart limb by limb, tear your head off if it wanted to, but there in the moment, it’s just pure connections. A connection and at the same time, a perfect solitude.”
Mara White could write in her sleep. I’m convinced she can do this job like it was no big thing. Like she was just writing down a grocery list. Easy peazy. I loved her other books and I loved Touched. I love her, who am I even kidding! Let me love you, Mara!