|On the Island|
When Anna and T. J. survive the crash, surviving the Island may not be as easy.
I had my reservations about reading this book. The age difference really bothered me. I started this book and after a few chapters I left it undone and moved on to read something else. I picked it up yesterday and couldn't put back down anymore.
This is a story of survival. This is the story of two people who in order to survive will work together, will make decisions together, will support each other and they will fall in love.
I'm not going to lie, I cried a bunch of times. I was even sad about Chicken. Some of the chapters were so emotional and so devastating. Everything felt so real and I was terrified where the story was going.
Their time apart broke my heart.
I'm sad their story ended because I'm really going to miss these characters.
One of the bests books I read this year.
"I pulled my arms out from underneath her body and tucked her hair behind her ears. “I love you, Anna.”
The surprised look on her face told me she hadn’t seen that coming.
“You weren’t supposed to fall in love,” she whispered.
“Well, I did,” I said, looking into her eyes. “I’ve been in love with you for months. I’m telling you now because I think you love me too, Anna. You just don’t think you’re supposed to. You’ll tell me when you’re ready. I can wait.” I pulled her mouth down to mine and kissed her and when it ended, I smiled and said, “Happy birthday.”
“I must cry more than anyone you know,” I said. He brushed the hair back from my face and smiled. “You puke a lot, too.”
“What did you wrap my hand with?" he asked. "My thong." I looked up at him. "You were right ; it's totally uncomfortable. Awesome for first-aid though." The corners of T.J.'s mouth turned up slighty. He looked at me, his brown eyes showing a trance of the spark that had been missing the night before. "It'll make for a funny story someday," I said. "You know what, Anna? It's kinda funny now.”
I grabbed her face with both hands, and I kissed her, hard. She opened her mouth and I slipped my tongue inside. I could have kissed her for days, and if she told me to stop I wasn't sure I'd be able to.”
“You named the chicken, Chicken?"
She looked embarrassed. "When we decided not to kill it, I got attached.”