Life is Not a Country Song… but I kinda like country

Life is Not a Country Song

A Novella by: Rhavensfyre

So, I think I might have a thing for the country.

Have you ever had a dinner with family, or friends, or both where the food is so good that once you sit down to eat, all conversation stops, the room is filled with the sounds of forks tapping, muted chewing and the occasional hum of approval? A slow chorus of “Mmm”s and “aah”s begin to fill up the atmosphere and the warmth and the smell leave you with an image that you know is going to stay with you long after the meal is done.

That’s what this book was like. This is my first romantic journey with the author-duo Rhavensfyre, but I’m always on the look out for a new romance and while scoping out the internet, their name has come up a lot. it was actually a post of theirs that sealed the deal for me and gave me that “okay, I have to get this book…now”  feeling. What a wise decision it was.

Read the Post…go ahead…I tripple-dog dare you.

Once I got the novella, because of the nature of a novella I knew it would be shorter and for that reason I was a little on the fence about how I felt. Sometimes in the small amount of pages, vital parts of the craft get lost. Sometimes characters fall flat, places aren’t fully developed.

Not in this story. I started reading and felt like I had walked into the coziest, comfiest living room ever. There were bits of writing that caught me enough to make me want to read them out loud and although the romance happens rather quickly, the pacing felt organic and smooth. I never considered myself much of a country lover. I have an intense appreciation for the city, and New York in particular. My love for New York, my thirst for the diversity and the wonderful feeling of freedom that I feel when I walk around the city of Manhattan, understanding that in this place, anything goes…none that mattered while I was reading this book.

At first glance, this is a simple story of two women, Rowan and Chase, who get to know each other over the course of a week. At heart, this is a story of the way romance grows. The way that feelings blossom when you see a person. When the first glance hits you right in the stomach and makes your brain spasm. Those things we feel when you see someone that makes you want to know them, but fear and anxious trepidation normally make you pass the idea by for something safer…like an empty apartment and lots of chocolate. No? Is that just me? Anywho…

…the Edge of the towel ended right at the start of Rowan’s imagination.

Paragraphs of tension and beautifully crafted sentences like the one above, brought me back to the days when I first discovered the Harlequin Romance. I was 13 and I stumbled on them in the school library. It was at least another four months and about ten books later before I poked my head outside my room to connect with the land of the living again. This book brought back all that I thought was wonderful about love when I was growing up. All the elements that made me believe in the romance genre. The things that made me want to be a romance writer.

Age and jaded experience changed those views for me. I was sure for a long time that the love of novels just didn’t exist. These books were written by women and men would never read them. Men would laugh at them, they would deride them and pass them off as a woman’s fancy. They wouldn’t touch them, and they would never see into a woman’s heart to find out what some of her truest desires were.

And then I read this story. And I felt like a teenager again. Because I started to believe. This book was written by women, for women…about women. It made me excited, made me hope for the future. It was like the authors were giving me a smile and a nod saying “oh yeah…it’s possible.”

There are enchanting passages about the land that awoke the traveller in me. I’m hardly able to sit still for more than a couple months and reading these pages, I remembered why.

Everything smelled different, too. It was still dry, giving the air a flinty smell that colored everything else, but the heavy pine smell was overwhelming, with a hint of mountain flowers and grass thrown in. Chase inhaled deeply, finding the overall flavor of the place almost intoxicating. 

And they didn’t just write about the beauty of the land while sacrificing the romance in the story. The romance, descriptions, the characterization were all perfectly balanced in order to create an incredibly artful meal for the mind. Wonderfully seasoned and textured with layers that inspired me to write myself even while I was riveted to the story.

Yes… I’m gushing. I have a bit of a crush on Chase. I’m not gonna lie. I kind of don’t even want to talk about the plot for fear of giving anything away. This book had captivating tension without having over the top drama. The focus was on connections and growth. Even when I thought an event would come up that would be a cliche point of conflict, these amazing writers steered away from it. They let the characters deal with situations in a natural and easy way.

Overall, and I think I’ll be working in rainbows and roses for a system of ratings:

Since, ideally a rainbow has seven layers to it, think ROYGBIV, I’d pretty much give this book all seven layers of the whole damn rainbow for plot. And some cute adorable puffy clouds around it because it’s just that sweet of a novella.

And for the romance of things…it gets a dozen roses for some scintillating scenes and descriptions that made me extremely happy and warm on a frigid winter evening.

(I’m wagging my eyebrows. Please buy and read the book so that I can stop. My eyebrows aren’t nearly as dexterous as I thought.)

Although this story can stand alone, it is part of a series that i will happily be reading through and reviewing in the coming days. Stay tuned.

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Whether good or bad,

Reviews are love.

Till next time, Lovelies

Wishing you Roses and Whimsy

Ava~

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About Avery Rose

I'm a 30 year old living in my native New York...I adore the city, writing, books, tea, music, long walks and rainbows :) Aaaand What happens to a dream deferred? In my opinion it gets sucked up dry and spat out as a gnarled petrified mass of what the heart used to be...so I'm also coming out as a writer who wrestles with questions of identity, reality, race and even sexuality. I'm having fun finally writing my own story. Feel free to help :)

4 comments

  1. Reblogged this on Rhavensfyre authors of lesbian fiction and commented:
    Amazing review! I am blushing…really.

  2. Wow, thank you so much! Amazing review and we are so glad you enjoyed Chase and Rowan.

  3. thank YOU for your amazing mad skillz. Can’t wait to continue the journey. You’ll be hearing a lot from me 🙂

  4. Pingback: Holy Hot Rainbow, Batman! | Roses and Whimsy

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