Re-release~~ A Different Blue by @aharmon_author
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A Different Blue by Amy Harmon
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FREE ebook: June 26-28, 2017
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Blue Echohawk doesn’t know who she is. She doesn’t know her real name or when she was born. Abandoned at two and raised by a drifter, she didn’t attend school until she was ten years old. At nineteen, when most kids her age are attending college or moving on with life, she is just a senior in high school. With no mother, no father, no faith, and no future, Blue Echohawk is a difficult student, to say the least. Tough, hard and overtly sexy, she is the complete opposite of the young British teacher who decides he is up for the challenge, and takes the troublemaker under his wing.
This is the story of a nobody who becomes somebody. It is the story of an unlikely friendship, where hope fosters healing and redemption becomes love. But falling in love can be hard when you don’t know who you are. Falling in love with someone who knows exactly who they are and exactly why they can’t love you back might be impossible.
Tera’s 5 Blush Reveiew
There’s always that one book that will totally steal your heart and make you a fan-for-life of an author’s work. A Different Blue was that book. Amy Harmon has taken my breath away with Blue Echohawk, and I will read anything she writes.
“Once upon a time there was a little blackbird, pushed out of the nest, unwanted.”
Blue didn’t have an easy life. She didn’t always make the best choices. She didn’t have luxury handed to her. But what she did do, is accept those choices and deal with the concequences. This is a story of redemption and resolution and be ready to be awe-inspired.
“And in weeping there was power. The power to heal, the power to release pain and let go, the power to endure love and to shoulder loss. And as the weeks became months, I cried less and smiled more. And peace became a more frequent companion.”
During her story, Blue slowly finds her own family and her own love, but most importantly, Blue finds herself. Not surprising, this book is beautifully written, almost poetic. Wilson enters her life and we watch their love for each other slowly grow in such a beautiful, delicate way. A love and growth that can’t even be described with words. The imagery is breathtaking, the details perfect. There was nothing lazy in a single description or emotion. Every word written with absolute purpose.
“I keep wishing you had a better life… a different life. But a different life would have made you a different Blue… and that would be the biggest tragedy of all.”
Abby’s 4.5 Blush Review
“I’m nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody too? Then there’s a pair of us Don’t tell-they’d banish us, you know.”
Sometimes you come across a book that reads almost like poetry. A book where the lines flow off the paper so effortlessly that it doesn’t really feel like you are knees deep into an incredible novel. But you are. Before you know it, you are deep, turning page after page to find out what happens with Blue.
“The beauty of that poem is that everybody can relate, because we all feel like nobody, we all feel like we are on the outside, looking in. We all feel scattered. But I think it’s the self-awareness that actually makes us somebody. And you are definitely somebody, Blue. You may not be a work of art, but you are definitely a piece of work.”
This is a story of one woman’s loss of herself and her search to find her self again. She finds love in her search but most importantly she finds herself.
There are so many things about this book that make it special. Some of my keys, that I look for in a great read is, the pace, this one is flawless. Uniqueness-Blue is a half Indian woodworker. (how original is that for a main character)Depth, don’t believe me check out this quote,
“Regret is just life’s aftertaste. No matter what you choose, you’re gonna wonder if you shoulda done things different. I didn’t necessarily choose wrong. I just chose.”
There is also love. The love between Wilson and Blue, is slow building. He is patient and kind. In his slow ways he teaches her so much.
The visuals this book gives you in your imagination is breath taking. You know a book has hit its mark, when perfectly crafted images take flight. When I finished the last page, I didn’t see The End, I saw a black bird soaring in the sky.
I stood and moved next to Wilson but kept my eyes trained on the sculpture so that I didn’t have to make eye contact with anyone in the room. The class had fallen into stunned silence. Wilson started by asking some basic questions about tools and different kinds of wood. I answered easily, without embellishment and found myself relaxing with each question.
“Why do you carve?”
“My . . . father . . . taught me. I grew up watching him work with wood. He made beautiful things. Carving makes me feel close to him.” I paused, gathering my thoughts. “My father said carving requires looking beyond what is obvious to what is possible.”
Wilson nodded as if he understood, but Chrissy piped up from the front row.
“What do you mean?” she questioned, her face screwed up as she turned her head this way and that, as if trying to figure out what she was looking at.
“Well . . . take this sculpture for example,” I explained. “It was just a huge hunk of mesquite. When I started, it wasn’t beautiful at all. In fact, it was ugly and heavy and a pain in the ass to get in my truck.”
Everyone laughed, and I winced and muttered an apology for my language.
“So tell us about this particular sculpture.” Wilson ignored the laughter and continued, refocusing the class. “You called it ‘The Arc’ – which I found fascinating.”
“I find that if something is really on my mind . . . it tends to come out through my hands. For whatever reason, I couldn’t get the story about Joan of Arc out of my head. She appealed to me,” I confessed, slanting a look at Wilson, hoping he didn’t think I was trying to butter him up. “She inspired me. Maybe it was how young she was. Or how brave. Maybe it was because she was tough in a time when woman weren’t especially valued for their strength. But she wasn’t just tough . . . she was . . . good,” I finished timidly. I was afraid everyone would laugh again, knowing that “good” was not something that had ever been applied to me.
The class had grown quiet. The boys who usually slapped my rear and made lewd suggestions were staring at me with confused expressions. Danny Apo, a hot Polynesian kid I’d made out with a time or two, was leaning forward in his chair, his black brows lowered over equally black eyes. He kept looking from me to the sculpture and then back again. The quiet was unnerving, and I looked at Wilson, hoping he would fill it with another question.
“You said carving is seeing what’s possible. How did you know where to even start?” He fingered the graceful sway of the wood, running a long finger over Joan’s bowed head.
“There was a section of trunk that had a slight curve. Some of the wood had rotted, and when I cut it all away I could see an interesting angle that mimicked that curve. I continued to cut away, creating the arch. To me it looked like a woman’s spine . . . like a woman praying.” My eyes shot to Wilson’s, wondering if my words brought to mind the night he had discovered me in the darkened hallway. His eyes met mine briefly and then refocused on the sculpture.
“One thing I noticed, when I saw all your work together, was that each piece was very unique – as if the inspiration behind each one was different.”
I nodded. “They all tell a different story.”
“Ahhh. Hear that class?” Wilson grinned widely. “And I didn’t even tell Blue to say it. Everyone has a story. Everything has a story. Told you so.”
The class snickered and rolled their eyes, but they were intent on the discussion, and their attention remained with me. A strange feeling came over me as I looked out over the faces of people I had known for many years. People I had known but never known. People I had often ignored and who had ignored me. And I was struck by the thought that they were seeing me for the first time.
About the author:
Amy Harmon is a Wall Street Journal, USA Today, and New York Times Bestselling author. Amy knew at an early age that writing was something she wanted to do, and she 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. Her books are now being published in seventeen different languages, truly a dream come true for a little country girl from Levan, Utah.
Amy Harmon has written eleven novels – the USA Today Bestsellers The Bird and The Sword, Making Faces and Running Barefoot, as well as From Sand and Ash, The Law of Moses, The Song of David, Infinity + One, Slow Dance in Purgatory, Prom Night in Purgatory, and the New York Times Bestseller, A Different Blue. Her latest novel, The Queen and The Cure, book two in The Bird and The Sword Chronicles, was released May 9, 2017.
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