Tillie Cole - A Thousand Boy Kisses értékelés

Nehéz bármit is írni. Nem is tudom, mivel kezdjem… 

Poppy egy olyan karakter, aki igazi cseresznyevirágként éli mindennapjait. Minden pillanatot maximálisan megél, nem hagyva, hogy a rideg igazság leteperje őt. Komolyan sokan tanulhatnánk tőle! Már ami a pozitív gondolkodást, az élethez való hozzáállást illeti. Nagyon büszke voltam rá! <3 

Rune pedig olyan, mint a vitorla szele. Poppyval tökéletes összhangban van. És hát na, ő egy Viking! ^_^

Már egészen kiskoruk óta ismerték egymást, hiszen szomszédok voltak. Egy iskolába is jártak. Rengeteg időt töltöttek együtt. Ám egy nap, Rune apukáját a munkája visszaszólította a norvég szülővárosukba, Osloba. Ezért az egész család elköltözik. 

A fiatalok szíve majd' meghasad. Eleinte tartják a kapcsolatot, de pár hónappal később megszűnik a kommunikáció Poppy részéről. A fiú nem érti mi lehet a baj…

Két év telik el, mire visszaköltözhet a család. Ám addigra Rune teljesen kifordult önmagából. Tipikus lázadó tini lett, dohányzik, és bunkó stílusban viselkedik a körülötte levőkkel, de különösen az apjával, mert őt okolja, amiért el kellett távolodnia Poppytól.

Az igazság azonban hamar kiderül, és ekkor jön rá Rune, hogy eddig nem is szenvedett igazán. Viszont onnantól kezdve szó szerint mindent megtesz Poppyért. *-*

Cukinak tartottam Poppy nagymamáját, és aranyos ötlet volt tőle az üres papírszívekkel teli üveg. Amit persze Idővel emlékekkel töltenek meg.

A könyvre egyébként a borítója miatt figyeltem fel. 

Idézetek:

“Hi, my name is Poppy Litchfield, I’m five years old and I live right next door.”

“My name is Rune, Rune Erik Kristiansen.”

...

“Poppy and Rune.” She brought her finger to her chin and looked up. Her lips stuck out again, like she was thinking very hard. “It sounds good, don’t you think? ‘Poppy and Rune, best friends for infinity!’”

...

"Mamaw pointed to all the hearts in the jar. “This jar is for you to record your boy-kisses, Poppy. All the kisses that make your heart almost burst, the ones that are the most special, the ones you want to remember when you’re old and gray like me."

...

“I’ll give you a thousand kisses, Poppymin. All of them. No one will kiss you ever, but me.”

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“I’m so proud of you, Poppymin. There’s no doubt that you’ll get into Julliard. Your dream of playing at Carnegie Hall will come true.” Poppy smiled brightly and tugged on the camera strap around my neck. “And you’ll be at Tisch School of the Arts at NYU. We’ll be in New York together, like it was always meant to be. Like we’ve always planned.”

...

"When we broke apart, Poppy’s eyes fluttered open, and she announced, “Kiss number three hundred and fifty-four. With my Rune, in the blossom grove … and my heart almost burst.”

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"A day later I was back in Oslo, separated from Poppy by an ocean. She and I talked every day for two months. I tried to be happy that we at least had that. But as every day ended without her by my side, the anger inside me built. My hatred for my pappa increased, until it broke something inside, and all I could feel was emptiness. I resisted making friends at school, I resisted doing anything that would make this place my home again. My home was back in Georgia. With Poppy. Poppy didn’t say anything about my change in mood, if she’d even noticed. I hoped I’d hid it well. I didn’t want her worrying over me. Then one day, Poppy didn’t return my calls, emails or texts. Or the next day, or the next. She dropped out of my life. Poppy simply vanished. No word, no trace."

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"Rune was dressed all in black: t-shirt, jeans, suede boots, and leather biker jacket. His long hair was down. I savored the moment when he lifted his hand and pushed it through his hair. He was leaning against the doorway, an air of arrogance radiating from his casual stance. When his eyes, bright under frowning dark-blond brows, fell on me, I saw light flare in his gaze."

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All six feet four of Rune Kristiansen braced against me. And I held him. I held him until he calmed. When he pulled back, I asked, “So, Rune Kristiansen, Viking from Norway, are you with me?”

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He waited, watching me with his intense gaze. Then my lips parted, and I whispered, “Kiss three hundred and fifty-seven. Against the wall of my house … when Rune took possession of my heart.” Rune stilled, his hands tensed, and I finished with, “And my heart almost burst.”

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"Poppy made her way to me slowly, Ida and Savannah on her heels. She looked beautiful, as always. Her red skirt came to mid thigh, black tights covering her legs, small pixie boots on her feet. Her navy coat was covering her top half, but I could just see her white shirt underneath, a black tie around the collar. She was so damn cute."

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"I was transfixed, even more so when a reflected ray of sun from the sea cast a golden sheen on the side of her face, her green eyes emerald in this new light. I lost my breath, actually fought for breath at how stunning she looked. Before I had even thought it through, I had my camera in my hand. I felt the weight transfer into my hands, and closing my eyes, I let the urge succeed. Opening my eyes, I lifted the camera to my eye. Uncapping the lens, I found the most perfect angle of my girl dancing in the waves. And I clicked."

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"Rune reached over to the counter and lifted my white bow in his hands. He slipped it into my hair. Casting me a shy smile, he said, “Now you’re perfect. Now you’re my Poppy.”

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"Kiss eight hundred and nineteen was the kiss that changed it all. The kiss that proved that a long-haired brooding boy from Norway and a quirky girl from the Deep South could find a love to rival the greats. It showed that love was simply the tenacity to make sure that the other half of your heart knew he, or she, was adored in every way. In every minute of every day. That love was tenderness in its purest form."

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"She was my cherry blossom. An unrivaled beauty, limited in its life. A beauty so extreme in its grace that it can’t last. It stays to enrich our lives, then drifts away in the wind. Never forgotten. Because it reminds us we must live. That life is fragile, yet in that fragility, there is strength. There is love. There is purpose. It reminds us that life is short, that our breaths are numbered and our destiny is fixed, regardless of how hard we fight. It reminds us not to waste a single second. Live hard, love harder. Chase dreams, seek adventures … capture moments. Live beautifully. I swallowed as these thoughts swirled in my mind."