I Love That About Her by C.R. Everett : Reviewed

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I LOVED THAT ABOUT HER by C.R. Everett – SYNOPSIS
 
In Love, Carry My Bags, we felt Camryn Johnson’s joy and pain during her heartwrenching and heartwarming journey through life’s circumstances, poor choices, and difficult lessons. Through her relationships with both Glenn and Reese, she became the person she wanted and needed to be.
 
Now it’s Glenn’s turn.
 
Glenn, who feels chronically misunderstood, shares his side of the story in the stand-alone novelI Loved That About Her, revealing his own inner struggles and showing what it’s like to live at the mercy of forces beyond conscious control. These forces take him and his family to the edge when college arch nemesis, Raine Babcock, wreaks havoc on their lives. Glenn shows us that all is not necessarily what it seems, even to himself.
 
Walking a mile in his shoes, may change hearts and minds about the bad boy from Love, Carry My Bags that readers loved to hate.
 
Recommended for mature audiences 17+ for language and sexual situations.
 
EXCERPT 
 
My job ticked along way better than expected. Once I was on the inside, had my clearance, and put my naturally excessive curiosity to work, doors opened. And I opened them.
I popped my head into the lab walking back to my desk after an aircraft inspection. “Any little green men in here?” I asked.
“Glenn,” my boss, who happened to be in the room, said. “I was just talking about you.”
“Yep, my ears were burning. That’s why I stopped by. Whatcha need?” I asked.
My boss looked like he didn’t know quite what to make of me, but overlooked any reservations he may have had, just like anyone else who saw my potential and took a chance on me had. For those folks, I was grateful. A flashback to my fourth grade teacher, Mrs. Emerson, came to mind. She was the only one who took the time after class to sit down with me and re-explain each day’s lesson, because sitting there in a room full of quiet kids, listening, drove me ape shit. Instead of listening, I fidgeted in my chair wondering what was for lunch, sometimes getting out of my chair for a better view out the window, especially when a plane flew overhead. Mrs. Emerson was nice. “I have one just like you at home,” she said. I’m not sure what she meant, but at the time, I was thinking “nice little boy.” During our one-on-one’s, she’d speak to me like I mattered and never criticized me for not being like all the other kids who could sit in their chairs, listen, and understand, going off to do their homework by themselves after class. We did my homework together, and she gave me M&Ms after each problem I did right. Once I figured that out, I aced almost everything because there was a good reason to do the work. M&Ms right away, not some dumb letter grade handed back on a page three days later. When she explained to my folks that I knew the material, they laid into me about why I couldn’t do it at home in my room, but they clearly didn’t understand the power of M&Ms . . . or one-on-one.
“Conroy,” my boss said, “we need you in Seattle. You’re the first guy I thought of when this assignment came up—right up your alley.”
I was intrigued. My ears perked up when the words “need you” hit the air. Plus the fact that he thought of me, and “right up your alley” sounded phenom. Having gotten my attention, I listened intently as boss man outlined the particulars of the job, throwing in words like “top secret” and “special clearances” and “national security.” I was all over it and would have accepted right then and there if I didn’t need to consider Camryn.
“We need you ASAP,” he said.
“Let me talk it over with my wife,” I said, somehow managing to stifle my excitement. I hoped she’d like the idea too.
 
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 My Thoughts

For the first time, I read a book which I don’t know how to categorized. It shouldn’t be the first time since I’ve read Love, Carry My Bags only that I was half-way through it and wasn’t able to finish reading it then decided to read I Love That About Her. Now that I did, I want to go back to the first book and know the whole of Camryn’s view on several matters. And I definitely will.

As of now though, let me talk about I Love That About Her.  At first I was just going to the notion that I need to read this book and get over with it. I must admit that I find the opening of the book a little dragging and hardly interesting. But then as I go on, I realized reading the book was like getting to know Glenn personally. I then realized why C.R. Everett wrote it the way she did. Glenn was not an easy person to be with. He’s about as annoying the the way he was introduced in the start of the book. But with each page, it’s like I was getting deeper into an under ground tunnel of his mind, his ADHD mind mixed with dyslexia. I know a couple of people diagnosed with ADHD and Dyslexia and the author had made me see them in a new light with Glenn’s story.

I came to understand him bit by bit. However,  at times I still find myself annoyed with the way he acted and sympathized with Camryn because he definitely didn’t make loving him easy. But when I read about his sincere feelings, felt touch deep within and started to blame myself for not fully understanding why he acted the way he did.

This book had left me in a mess of emotion. There are times I want to hate Glenn and his ADHD for making it so hard for Camryn but there were times when I want to hate Camryn for not knowing why he acted the way he is. I felt more like this book was a biography of Glenn’s life. And the way it ended left me in even a messier turmoil of emotion. It was heartbreaking and sad I could almost hear my heart rip in two.

I don’t know how Glenn was portrayed in the first book. But I am so sure that this book has redeemed his whole well being. Not just himself, but all the well being of people like him. And I commend C.R. Everett for writing this kind of story. It’s not very often that I’ve read novels like this that is filled with factual realities of people who have situations like Glenn. And she did it magnificently that it felt like I was reading a true to life biography.

 

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

 

 

 
 
C.R. Everett was born in Northern Illinois and has lived in various places over the years, currently residing in Utah. For twenty years she worked in finance, but today devotes her time to writing. She lives with her husband, two kids, Shiba Inu, and cat. When not writing, she updates her website, connects with her readers, does the mom thing, or cleans up after unruly pets. In her free time she enjoys reading, usually at the gym while on a treadmill, baking, taking walks, enjoying nature, and going to Starbucks. Mocha is her favorite.
 
 
 
 
Love, Carry My Bags Amazon Link UShttp://www.amazon.com/dp/B009SZYJ3W
 
 
LOVE, CARRY MY BAGS – SYNOPSIS
 
Camryn Johnson’s world is turned upside down when long lost love, Reese Dahlgren, re-enters her life at a pivotal point in her already challenging marriage. She faces an excruciating predicament: choose between a broken home for her daughter or a broken life for herself.
 
After her parents’ divorce, Camryn first meets high school basketball star, Reese, at the Harvard Milk Day Festival bed races. Reese hides baggage of his own…until Camryn melts his heart and learns secrets entrusted only to her. Still, the weight is too much to bear. Unable to cope, Reese unwittingly backs Camryn into a corner during his air force enlistment—love him from afar, or leave him.
 
Enter aerospace engineering student, Glenn Conroy. Persistent and savvy, he woos Camryn during her junior year of college and wins her heart. Or does he? When Reese re-enters her life, further disrupting her tenuous marriage, Camryn turns to best friend, Megan, for advice, but refuses to believe Megan’s suggestion that she’s caught in a “simple” love triangle.
 
Camryn unveils hidden mysteries and secrets as she embarks on a life-changing journey of revelation and forgiveness, transcending doormat qualities inherited from her mother, and in the process finds what life’s struggles are really all about.
 
C.R. Everett’s heart-wrenching debut novel takes the reader on an emotion-packed journey that lingers long after the last page is turned.
 
LOVE, CARRY MY BAGS – EXCERPT
 
Reese’s dad was putzing around the kitchen when we walked in. “Oh, you’re staying too,” he said, my duffel prodding his memory. “You can put your stuff in Helen’s room. Since she’s not using it anymore, you may as well.”
“Hey.” Reese greeted his father.
“If you want something to eat, you’ll have to fix it the old fashioned way.” Mr. Dahlgren stirred leftover spaghetti heating on the stove. “Your mother made sure I’d be living in the dark ages when she absconded with the microwave . . . . At least she left the television.” Reese and I exchanged uneasy glances.
“Well, that’s a good thing because you and Reese would be bored watching the microwave together while I do my homework,” I said, grasping for the bright side. “Reese, would you show me upstairs?” I asked, conveniently escaping the awkward moment.
He carried our bags up the stairs and placed mine on a low-set king-sized bed in the first room on the left. The room reminded me of my grandmother’s house with dimly lit gabled walls and a faint odor of must, the vintage green bedspread, a ‘50s remnant. “Your parents didn’t sleep together?” I asked, surprised. It hadn’t occurred to me that married people might not sleep together. Well, there were the Samuelson’s I’d heard of, but they were in their nineties and had health issues which made a shared bed logistically impractical.
“They haven’t shared a room for years,” Reese said, like this was normal—at least in his parents’ household. I stood, focusing through the bed, my head, lost.
“Look,” I said with reluctance, “I’ve got some homework that’s due tomorrow. Why don’t you go downstairs and spend some time with your dad?” Reese’s eyes told me he knew it was the right thing to do even though he’d rather not.
“I’m so glad you’re here,” he reiterated, giving me a parting kiss then closed the door behind him. I flopped on the bed, opened Accounting II.
Twenty T-squares later, Reese knocked on the door.
“I brought you some water.”  He set the glass on the bedside table then sat down next to me. “How’s it going?”
“I’m almost done.” I took a sip of water. “Thanks.”
“Good, I could use some company down there. Dad keeps bringing up sore subjects, between channel surfing. ‘Have you spoke to your mother?’ ‘Why did she leave?’ ‘The grass isn’t greener . . . it’s damn brown for me.’ ‘Why don’t you do something worthwhile with your life?’ Stuff like that.” I put my accounting text down and climbed onto Reese’s lap. I wanted to make all his bad disappear.
 
 

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  1. Pingback: The Man I Love by Suanne Laqueur Reviewed | vs. The Writer

    • I’m half-way on it actually. But I realized it’s long and I was afraid of not making it to my schedule of posting this one if I read that first so I jumped on this one instead. I am also looking forward to reading about it. I’d love to know how Camryn really felt during all those times.

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