Happily and Madly by Alexis Bass
English | 2019 | Young adult | ePUB | 3.0 Mb
Happily and Madly : Alexis Bass’ Happily and Madly is a mature, twisty, compulsively readable YA suspense novel about a young girl who embraces a fate bound in love and mystery.
Maris Brown has been told two things about her destiny:
1. She will fall happily and madly in love.2. She could be dead before she turns eighteen.
The summer before that fateful birthday, Maris is in the wealthy beach town of Cross Cove with her estranged father and his new family—and the infamous Duvals. Since the youngest member of the Duval family, Edison, is back from college and back in the arms of Maris’s new stepsister, her summer looks to be a long string of lazy days on the Duval’s lush beach.
But Edison is hiding something. And the more Maris learns about him, the more she’s given signs that she should stay as far away from him as possible. As wrong as it is, Maris is drawn to him. Around Edison, she feels truly alive and she’s not willing to give that up. Even if it means a collision course with destiny.
“Sometimes my mother blames George, too, insinuating that I only started getting into trouble and hanging out with Trevor and his crowd after he left. But that was the crowd I chose, the ones who could keep up, the ones who weren’t going to tell me no. And Trevor was the one I chose, with his easy life and his fearless attitude. So now she’s put nearly three thousand miles between Trevor and me and placed me back with George. Her cure-all.
George blames Trevor, but he blames my mother more. I can see it in the way he looks at her. He yelled at her in the hospital that day after the car accident, “Where were you when she started going off the rails?” and my mother screamed, “Where were you?”
They both left me for a while, but in different ways.
On the phone, I tell my mother everything she wants to hear, needs to hear; that I’m done with Trevor. That I’m content being here with the New Brown Family, even George. That I’ve had enough with adrenaline highs and risky ventures. Fast cars and fast boys. Dares and challenges and never backing down.
“Good,” she says, pausing to sigh, probably out of relief. “Good.”
“You don’t have to worry,” I tell her before we say goodbye.
When I hang up with my mother, Chelsea knocks on the door connecting my bedroom to the bathroom that adjoins our rooms, and I wonder if she’s been listening. She doesn’t wait for me to say, “Come in,” before she enters.
“The fireworks will be starting soon.” Her smile fades when she sees that I am not smiling back. I don’t know if she is afraid of me and will avoid me the best she can this summer, or if we are going to continue being uncomfortably polite to each other, like we usually are. “You have to see them. I hear the fireworks are magic here; they light up the entire sky, the entire cove.”