Blog Tour: Space by Penny Reid
I received this book for free in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.Space (Laws of Physics, #2; Hypothesis, #2.2) by Penny Reid
Published by Cipher-Naught on 25th February 2019
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult
Source: the publisher
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All she wants is forgiveness, and all he wants is revenge...
From the New York Times Bestselling Author Penny Reid
One week.Private cabin.Famous physicist.Still an unrepentant slacker.What’s the worst that could happen?
Mona’s meticulously planned allotment of relaxation is thrown into chaos by the unscheduled appearance of her older brother’s band of friends, including the one person she'd hoped to never face again. Abram still makes her feel entirely too much, which is one of the reasons she disappeared after their one week together. But now, trapped on a mountain of snow and things unspoken, Mona will have to find a way to coexist with Abram, chaos and all.
If you haven’t read the first book Motion in the trilogy then I suggest you do that before starting Space! Onwards to the review.
We met Mona and Abram in the last book we were all waiting for the fall out that would once happen when Abram finds out that Mona has been pretending to be her sister. And it does and we are left with nervousness and anticipation to what will come next. Now more than 2 years have past since those events but our protagonist are even with all their accomplishments are stuck in a limbo and all emotions that resurface once they are face to face again.
I’m not a huge fan of angst but I guess mixed with Penny Reid’s humour and unique style…I did enjoy it. However I because I was frustrated at times and it made my enjoyment of the book pretty low along with several want to smack some people of the heads moments. I guess because I had such high expectations I felt slightly let down. I did like the fact that we get both their POVs and we see Abram’s longing for Mona while Mona is just the dorky perhaps too caring girl we fell for in the last book. We also see Martin and Kaitlyn (From hypothesis 1) which was lovely!!
I enjoyed the moments that Mona and Abram had, the chemistry and the tension their story has, has kept me engrossed and I’m (IM)patiently waiting for the next book.
“Hi—hello,” she said, stepping forward but not out of the way, drawing my attention.
She was still staring at me, her face still pale, but her eyes had turned searching instead of stunned.
“I—” She stopped herself, swallowing, her gaze dropping to the front of my coat, a cute little frown furrowing her eyebrows. In the next moment, she was pulling off the glove of her right hand. Abruptly, she shoved the ungloved fingers toward me, returning her eyes to mine. “I’m Mona.”
I suppressed my disbelief at her small action before it could break my outward mask of calm. I wasn’t calm. Just to be clear, I was the opposite of calm.
The fact that she was introducing herself to me now meant that she thought I was too stupid to figure out her lies over the last two-and-a-half-fucking years. She was arguably one of the smartest people in the world, after all. To her, people like me must seem like housebroken pets. So it shouldn’t have surprised me. But it did. The tension and tightness around my ribs reappeared, squeezing uncomfortably.
Dropping my attention to her bare hand, I pressed my lips into a tighter line, dismissing the way my pulse jumped at the sight of her wrist, the olive tone of her skin under the yellow string lights overhead. Glaring at her outstretched offering, I considered telling her to go to hell.
I considered it, but I wouldn’t.
I didn’t trust myself to speak, that was reason number one.
The other reason was harder to explain, or use as a justification, or admit to myself. Staring at her hand, I braced against a sudden flare of hunger. She might consider me a lower life-form, but that didn’t change the fact that I wanted to touch her. I wanted to touch her more than I wanted to tell her to go to hell, and that was fucking pitiful.
But there it was.
Acting on the compulsion, I lifted my right hand and tugged off the ski glove, sliding my warm palm against her much colder one. Her hand felt good in my hand, the right weight, the right size, the right texture, and I inhaled freezing air.
Mona also seemed to suck in a slow but expansive breath as our hands touched, held. This brought my eyes back to hers in time to see her lashes flutter. Pink colored her previously pale cheeks. The sound of the wailing wind, the sting of the air and frost momentarily melted away, leaving just her, her soft skin warming against mine, her beautiful face filling my vision.
She really was. She was stunning. I hated that she was still so beautiful to me.