Megan’s parents are both in the military, and they have just told her they’re moving to South Korea. Megan’s never stood against her parents but this is too much. She’s given the option of moving in with her father’s best friend from long ago and his family.
Of boys.
Seven to be exact.
How could I resist this story? The only other thing I’ve read by this author was Ex-Mas which I reviewed on the 17th so I didn’t have a lot to go on in regards to if I’d like it or not.
I was blown away.
You wouldn’t think (at least I didn’t) that this book would be so good, so deep, so fun, and full of real, sometimes tough, moments.
I thought Megan evolved quite nicely over the course of this book, that’s not to say I didn’t want to slap her a few times when it came to Evan but still.
I loved the brothers.
Silent, barely there, motorcycle riding, oldest Sean.
“Abercrombie-god”, mixed-signal sending, Evan.
Slightly nervous-around-girls, artist, Finn.
Gangsta-lovin, smart, trouble-making, Doug.
Sweet, autistic (Asperger’s), baseball-lovin’, Miller.
Follower of Doug, mischeivous, Ian.
And baby-of-the-family, follower of Ian, Caleb.
They were all awesome. I even really liked Regina, the mom.
This was such a great book. Really, really, good.
And that’s all I’m gonna say.
Except GO GET THIS!
Forget evil, laughing little monsters. These guys had been touched by the Abercrombie gods.
“I’m Evan, by the way,” he said as she reached up to slam the door.
Megan almost choked. “No.”
Evan laughed. “Uh...yeah.”
“You’re Evan?”
Pudgy, stringy-haired, snot-bubble-blowing Evan had morphed into this WB-worthy god of Olympic proportions?
“Yeah, I am,” he said, narrowing his eyes. “Didn’t you hit me over the head with a baseball bat once?”
“It was a wiffleball bat,” she said. “And I think you hung me from a tree first.”
“Huh. I always thought it was a baseball bat,” Evan said.
“I’m freakishly strong,” she said.
Right. Stop talking now. Stop. . . talking . . . now!
Megan felt like a dose of bile had been injected directly into her heart. “I can’t believe I ever wasted even a second of my life thinking about you.”
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