I knew from the moment I first saw her she was the one. The only girl I could ever want. The only girl I could ever love.
She is light.
I am darkness.
She is innocent.
I’ve done too much.
She is good.
I am bad.
She is my every dream. I should be her every nightmare.
We come from different worlds. She’s…perfect. And I’m…
Somehow she wants me anyway. So we’ll grasp at what we can. We’re going to make this summer count. She’s my secret. And I’m hers. The problem with secrets is they never last for long. And when others discover we’re together, they’ll do whatever it takes to keep us apart. All I know is: I won’t let them.
Because Reverie Hale? She’s mine.
This is the first book I’ve read by Monica Murphy and I have just one question — where have you been all my life? His Reverie is an intense upper young adult romance that breaks the mold in a number of ways. For one, it’s told almost exclusively from the male point of view. When we hear from Reverie, it’s through her diary entries in past tense, but the rest is told in first person present tense from Nick’s point of view. I’ve heard that YA romance from the male perspective won’t work. Well, after reading His Reverie, I beg to differ. All of the angst, the drama, the heartache is just as powerful from Nick’s viewpoint.
This is a young adult romance, although it’s in the upper age range. And as such, it has a solid romantic plot, filled with all of the angst we expect from teens in love. There is some strong language and sexual situations, but it’s appropriate for those 16 and older. Nick is balancing a lot, reeling from the loss of his mother, coping with life outside of prison after being released for a crime he didn’t commit, and falling for the unattainable girl. This is a classic tale of forbidden love with a very modern twist and I loved it. Sure, some of it was predictable, but that didn’t make it any less enjoyable.
The characters are what really makes this story so great. Nick’s voice is fresh and unique. I’ve heard people say that this will never work. Teen romance needs a female protagonist. Well, it really doesn’t. His Reverie is proof of that. Watching Nick twist in the wind with his inner emotions while only uttering short response is so fun to watch, because he’s such a guy. He can’t possibly put it all out there and be cool, but because we’re inside his head, we get to see it all, and it’s delicious.
The rest of the characters are equally well drawn. Reverie transcends the stereotype of the preacher’s daughter and Nick’s ex-girlfriend, Krista, is more than just the jilted ex. The rest of the supporting cast rounds out the book well with issues of their own, so that they’re more than just window dressing.
His Reverie is a gripping tale and intensely emotional, without being melodramatic. I reached a point about two-thirds of the way in where it was literally impossible to put down. I’m anxiously awaiting the August release of the follow up book to see what happens next.
I was provided a copy of this book by the author in exchange for an honest review.
About the Book
Title: His Reverie
Author: Monica Murphy
Release Date: July 28, 2014
Genre: Upper Young Adult Contemporary Romance
Rating: 4.5 out of 5 Stars
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I jump at the sound of a soft female voice, my hand jerking so the hose splashes me right in the face. Muttering a curse, I drop the hose and reach out blindly, wrenching the faucet off with one hand as I swipe at my eyes with the back of the other. I hear the girl laugh and I whirl around, fully prepared to find some bratty preteen Hale daughter mocking me.
But she’s not a preteen. Not even close. More like around my age. She’s tall and slender, her long blonde hair falling far past bared tan shoulders. She’s wearing some sort of sundress or whatever you call it and she’s pretty much covered since it hits just above her knees though her arms are exposed since the dress is sleeveless. The sun catches her just right though, shining through the thin fabric of her skirt so I can see through it.
My gaze drops and all I can see is long, long legs through the shadowy fabric. Damn. Those sexy legs are endless. She clears her throat, like she knows exactly where I’m looking and what I’m thinking and I jerk my gaze up guiltily to meet hers, feeling like a jackass.
That’s when I notice her eyes are blue. As blue as the sky above us, and she’s so damn pretty, with delicate features and pink, pink lips, that I can’t seem to form words.
“Who are you?” she asks curiously. Her voice washes over me, sweet and melodic and now it’s my turn to clear my throat to get the lump out so I can freaking speak.
“Who are you?” I ask back like an idiot.
She smiles shyly and my entire body reacts, a bolt of electricity seeming to go through me. “I asked first.”
“Are you Hale’s daughter?” If she is, that sucks because holy hell she’s hot but yeah.
She’s completely untouchable if she’s a Hale.
About the Author
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Monica Murphy is a native Californian who lives in the foothills below Yosemite. A wife and mother of three, she writes New Adult and contemporary romance for Bantam and Avon. She is the author of One Week Girlfriend and Second Chance Boyfriend.
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