“Never let the end of one thing stop you from enjoying the beginning of another.”
“I’d been searching for a way to describe it for months, but I got it then, I got it. I knew that Alex felt like peace to me. When I was near him, the noise in my head fell quiet. I didn’t find myself thinking so much. I was too busy staring, analyzing, and daydreaming.”
“‘I have a good memory for nice moments, Natalie.’ Alex tilted his head to one side and smirked as he narrowed his eyes. Natalie. He said my name like he cherished it. I’d never heard it spoken that way before.”
“‘You cow! This dental floss g-string is made of delicate lace.’ Danni quickly glanced back at my parents and offered them a full, beaming smile along with a wave that replicated The Queen’s.”
“Our time together back then is one of those moments in life that we will always regret because we didn’t try, not because we tried and failed. Those kinds of stories, they’re the ones that kill us from the inside out. They’re the ones we’ll think about until the day we die. That’s what regret does. It burns under the skin. It taunts you with the possibilities you turned down, and in the end, there’s nothing we can do to get rid of that. Nothing we can do at all.”
“How was it possible to care for two men and love them in two completely different ways? How was it possible to feel like your body and soul were going in two totally different directions? One half wanted to save someone; the other half wanted to be saved.”
“I can promise to love you like no man has ever loved a woman, and I can promise to do that forever.”
Reading Natexus nearly wrecked me. Oddly, I have never been so delighted to suffer such conflict, and doubt I ever will again as I cannot envision this intangible quality ever being replicated. I was enthralled and completely engrossed, yet tense and somewhat on edge; a condition I generally don’t appreciate, but I didn’t seem to mind that at all and remain totally enamored with Victoria L. James – she has mad skills. My cold heart received the equivalent of a thorough cardio work-out while reading, the poor old thing alternated between thumping with anxiety, sinking, pounding in excitement, soaring, then shattering at least 4 times. My eyes remained rather misty, a rare occurrence for me, and there were also a few occasions accompanied with ugly bouts of sobbing. However, by the nail-biting conclusion, my fist-sized muscle was singing yet again. While I skipped the gym yesterday without guilt – I find I am now in need of a spa day.
The story was beautifully written, and nothing short of exquisite – tender, sweet, romantic, tear jerking, heart squeezing, mesmerizing, relevant, touching, occasionally steamy, frequently devastating, and highly emotive. If I had to pick one word – it would be poignant. The characters were fully fleshed out, intriguing, and complicated, each having experienced tragedy in their childhoods that would significantly shape, scar, and continually alter their life view. His through trauma and a ghastly home life, hers from the grief of living with and losing a chronically ill sibling. They meshed perfectly as only young/first/epic lovers can. But of course – trouble erupted and it all fell apart. I was deeply conflicted and could not decide whom to root for! I had marked six pages of favorite quotes… six pages… all deeply profound, painfully insightful, or cleverly humorous – it was nearly impossible to narrow it down! Victoria L. James must have been blessed by the pixies as she has magical powers in the use of words. Sigh.