Any other night, Ryan Mills would have driven his best friend, Michael, to Emily's sweet sixteen party at the Breakers Club. Instead, determined to win over the birthday girl, he goes to the party early and alone, setting off a chain of events that ends with a car accident in which Michael dies.
Ryan blames himself for what happened to Michael. As far as he's concerned, he doesn't deserve to have love or ever be happy again. Then he learns Michael left a secret behind. Ryan feels compelled to take on his friend's unfinished business, and in the process, changes his life forever and becomes a man.
It's
almost four o'clock by now. The hallway's empty, except for Emily, who has
followed us and sits waiting for me on the long bench across from the Admin
Office door. She wears one of those short, tight skirts that all the girls have
and is sitting the way all the girls do, with her knees pressed close together.
Her hair's pushed off her face, which is pale and serious.
Even in my state of
total misery, I think she's beautiful. I'm afraid she thinks I'm an ass, but
then she pats the place next to her on the bench. Like a dog, I scramble over
to sit beside her.
She puts her hand on my
arm. "That was …. eventful."
"Yeah." I
touch my temple, where Chase hit me and wince. "I don't usually go around
jumping people."
"Just people who
deserve it, right?" She leans toward me a little, and I catch the scent of
lavender. Her eyes sweep my face, taking in my injuries. "You might have a
black eye tomorrow."
"I feel like an idiot."
"Don't.
You were amazing!"
"Really?"
Her lips are the
perfect shape and color. I can't stop looking at them.
My head begins to
pound, and suddenly, all I can think of is Michael, taking off on his cosmic
rocket ride into death. Inside me, I feel a tearing, as if something huge and
made of steel—a battleship or a skyscraper—is being pulled apart.
And Emily sees the
expression on my face and doesn't ask a bunch of dumb questions about how I
feel, but just looks at me, and I say "It's Michael," as the pain
rips into me.
She puts her arm around me and squeezes—hard.
Her hand, which grips my right shoulder, is surprisingly strong. I can almost
feel strength flowing out of her fingers and into my shoulder, straightening my
back. I feel myself relax.
"I miss him," I say.
The sympathy in her
eyes is like a warm bath.
If
girls were flames, most girls would be a single match, a mere Bic lighter.
Emily, on the other hand, would be an inferno—a raging, thousand-acre forest
fire.
Mini Review
I really enjoyed reading Any Other Night! I was completely taken by surprise by this book. The writing is wonderful and it takes you on an emotional roller-coaster. I loved Ryan as the protagonist of the story! He has to deal with the grief of his best friend. His character is so strong and easily relatable. I also enjoyed the romance aspect of the book. If you are looking for a quick emotional contemporary read, I recommend Any Other Night!
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