Book Review: Falling to Pieces by Leddy Harper

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Title: Falling to Pieces
Author: Leddy Harper @LeddyHarper
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Length: 450 pages
Rating: 5 stars

Synopsis

How do you repair a broken life?

Home is a dark place of anguish and pain for seventeen-year-old Bree Jacobs, forced to endure emotional and physical torment daily at the hands of a violently unstable mother. Bree’s only escape is high school, particularly her history class taught by young, handsome, kind and caring Axel Taylor. Mr. Taylor becomes Bree’s dearest friend, a sympathetic ear and a shoulder to cry on, and soon their shared affection grows into something greater. But by reaching out to protect her—to mend her breaks and soothe her wounds—Axel has crossed a dangerous line, resulting in two shattered lives instead of just one.

Six years later, they will meet again: Bree, still battling the demons that continue to possess her, and Axel, reduced to taking work as a substitute teacher wherever he can find it. Once again he will feel compelled to rescue her. But this time it will be different, because now the yearnings of a loving heart won’t be silenced by suspicious minds. And now there’s more than one life that desperately needs saving.

Michelle's Review

Leddy Harper is a new author to me and what I love most when I read from someone that is new to me, I want to binge read their other books.  If you follow the blog and my reviews, you know I love a student/teacher romance.  I don’t know why, but if it is well written, I will read the hell out of the book.  I know some may be uncomfortable with the genre but as I mentioned, if it’s well written without the illusion of it being seedy, you get a great book, and Falling to Pieces is that great book.  But this student/teacher romance has been one of the most emotional ones I have read in a long time.

Aubrey “Bree” Jacobs is a junior in High School a few months shy of turning 17.  Bree’s home life is anything but good.  To say I hated Bree’s mother, is putting it mildly.  I have so many adjectives for my disdain for that woman, just even typing about her makes me ill.  Upon entering school on the first day back from Winter break, Bree encounters the cute young man sitting by her desk.  Too old to be a student, yet too young to be a teacher.  Axle Taylor, turns out to be the new History substitute teacher and he has a hero complex.  He notices Bree and her “wolf eyes”.  Bree doesn’t feel so invincible anymore, but the next day, he notices a bruise and a whole lot of drama ensues.

Can I just say that I loved Axle and how his name came about was even a plus.  I am a fan of Guns and Roses, I had to message the author to find out what was her favorite GnR song, and she mentioned a few (which I also liked), but her most favorite is Knocking on Heaven’s Door.  When you read this book, you too, would be wanting to knock on heaven’s door.  One minute all is good and boom, the author brings you down.  The next, you feel a little breather … nope your clutching your reading device.  The expletives I had going through my head, I was surprised the author didn’t hear my thoughts.

The Prologue starts in the present, the first 15 Chapters takes place while Bree was in high school and in her POV, the rest is in the present and in Axle’s POV.  Both POVs are gut wrenching.  I don’t want to give any spoilers, you need to read this book, it is so well written, I felt both H/h’s pain, their love, their agony.  I remember messaging the author after I finished and telling her she was the Queen of angst and I would bow to her as her humble servant.  I’ve read lots of angst in books, but Ms. Harper takes the cake in my humble opinion.  On November 18, 2015, if you don’t one click this book, you’re missing out on some great a great book and some great writing.

-Michelle

*An ARC was provided by the author for an honest review.

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