of the senses.
head snaps up and I look at him. He’s looking down sheepishly, but he raises
his eyes to meet mine.
look at him skeptically and he is quick to follow up, “I swear it’s not a line.
My mom used to sing to me that way, and it’s been a while, so I was just
curious if it would work with you.”
and turns on the nightstand light, which isn’t more than an amber glow.
think about what song to sing. It’s not like it’s really going to matter much
to him, but I never make a song choice without thought. Music is the sound
track of life to me, so I decide something a little sad and soulful is in
order. I pick ‘Hallelujah’ by Jeff Buckley. Singing while flat on your back
with a person on top of you is no easy feat. I guess it doesn’t really matter
what the sound is like as long as the vibration is there, so with that in mind,
I keep my tone low and raspy. Luckily, I tend to feel right at home singing
alto, so this works out pretty nicely.
tentative in the beginning, who am I kidding, we both are. This should be
seriously awkward. We hardly know each other and we’re entering major bubble
territory…yet there’s also something very innocent and pure about it. I can
tell when he starts to relax and is more comfortable. I’m really letting go as
well now and just singing from my soul. He moves to where his head is fully on
my upper chest, right below my throat. By the third verse I stop worrying about
how weird this might be and the beauty of the situation full on hits me. I’m
able to give this man something that he’s never been able to give himself.
Sharing the joy of music isn’t only a passion for me, it’s a need, so we are
just two souls fulfilling a great need in each other.
exposed skin and pool in the hollow of my throat. They spark my own tears. The
idea that I can touch him so deeply this way, giving him nothing but my voice,
touches me deeply. Without thinking, I bring his arms around me and place his
hands flat against my back so he isn’t only getting the sound vibrations from
my chest, but he can also feel them from behind. It has its desired effect when
he sighs out against my neck. The song ends but neither one of us move. To be
honest, I have no words. In this type of communication words are useless. I
close my eyes and go right into ‘Brightest’ by Copeland. Somewhere around ‘As
my guitar gently weeps’ by the Beatles, I drift off.
Wheeler lives in the Central Valley of California with her husband and two
literature began in Jr. High when she was introduced to Lowis Lowry’s books.
Since then she has had a passion for writing Young Adult books, and creating
strong female leads. When she’s not writing, she is advocating for Autism
Awareness and involved in the deaf community.
favorite things to do are play with her children, craft with her friends, sleep
while her husband watches movies and indulge in her favorite addictions:
Coffee, candy and shoes.
It hast been a few days since I read “Silent Song” by Jaci Wheeler now. And my mind is still processing the book. So I guess the author did something right. It seems from what I saw this book was the first journey into this kind of contemporary genre for the author. The other books I could see seem more a touch of paranormal. It sure was my first book by this author. And I am 100 % sure that I will read the next book from this author too if it contains a contemporary plot with these kind of “broken/hurt/brooding” leading male character.
I am not even sure what to say about the book because I want to avoid under any circumstance to give away to much on the plot … but I am going to pick up a card from this deck that I rarely play and that is the comparison card… Please let me mention Two books – and please do not take the mentioning of these book as face value for the plot but just as my very personal comparison of what I felt when I read the book. OK here it comes
Maybe Someday by Colleen Hoover
Dangerous to Know & Love by Jane Harvey-Berrick
I am not going to comment on the reasons for this comparison again because of spoilers (this time because of the mentioned books) but lets say these two books left me with a similar feelings but questions and Silent Song was finally able to answer a lot of these questions. So in any case if you read one or both of the above mentioned books and loved them as much as I did – you are going to want to read this one and vice versa.
I admit to being an addict to these kind of stories so I scan all outlets on regular base for these kind of novels and if you read this review and know of a book that fits these descriptions please feel free to drop me a line – comment – message whatever…
I loved the writing style of this author. Without going into details as you have to experience it for yourself (and please read her explanation so no skimming on the first pages please) I can only say that it was exhausting to read it. I can almost feel your confusion so I confirm. YES I loved it and YES it was exhausting. But it was necessary that it was like that because that was one of the things that makes this book unique and that helped me understand some things. Gosh I wished I had a way of precisely telling you what I mean but really you need to try for yourself.
The only thing I come up with that I can tell is that the writing style helped me understand how exhausting and loud the world is and how full of unnecessary things. How unimportant the words of an answer are when you can read it in the face of the person you are talking with.
There is so much more I would like to say but then I would have to mark this whole review as spoiler and I do not want to do that.
This book opened my eyes … and I feel ashamed that even after reading so many books in this genre I still did not grasp the complete picture until now. I think now I do. And I would like to thank the author for that.
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