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With so many people giving this book 5 STARS, I just had to pick it up. What I found for myself was a true 3 STARS Danielle read. It was just waaaaayyyyy to sensitive for me. There was no fun, no moment to smile.
The Gravity Of Us by Brittainy C. Cherry was a decent book with a decent story, but it was depressing – at least 75% of it was. If there were a few more happy moments then I may have given it 4 STARS – catch the may.
I’m going to keep it mostly pretty on this one with just a tiny bit a mess.
Let’s start with what the author has to say…
Graham Russell and I weren’t made for one another.
I was driven by emotion; he was apathetic. I dreamed while he lived in nightmares. I cried when he had no tears to shed.
Despite his frozen heart and my readiness to run, we sometimes shared seconds. Seconds when our eyes locked and we saw each other’s secrets. Seconds when his lips tasted my fears, and I breathed in his pains. Seconds when we both imagined what it would be like to love one another.
Those seconds left us floating, but when reality knocked us sideways, gravity forced us to descend.
Graham Russell wasn’t a man who knew how to love, and I wasn’t a woman who knew how to either. Yet if I had the chance to fall again, I’d fall with him forever.
Even if we were destined to crash against solid ground.
Before we get started, I wanted to make a note to one of the cutest things I’ve every read. Lucy has a sister named Mari and they called each other, “Pea” and “Pod”. How stinking cute is that?
Let’s get messy. . .
Why did I give this book 3 STARS? Simple. It doesn’t compare to the books I’ve given 4 STARS to. I felt as though I would have been disrespectful to all of my 4 STAR reads if I had shared the same rating between the two.
SIDE NOTE: There were way too many medical inaccuacies in this book as well. I find it quite irritating when authors fail to do research before writing. Personal pet peeve, I suppose.
I’m going to start with Lucy. I liked her, she was a sweetheart and I could see myself liking her in real life. She makes no apologies for who she is and loves herself enough to not give a damn of what someone thinks of her. She cares about everyone and everything with her whole heart. She even sympathizes with a man she doesn’t even know, who has just lost their father.
Graham was a cold-hearted man who gave zero fucks about it – my kind of guy. But he was also boring as hell – not my kind of guy. He didn’t have one single fun or entertaining moment in the whole book. All he did was mope around and feel sorry for himself. The boy had daddy issues, which I get but damn, he was putting me to sleep.
This really isn’t a spoiler because it happens in the first chapter but. . .Graham’s daddy dies and he meets Lucy at the funeral. She’s sweet, he’s an ass.
“…with him gone, everything around me has somehow slowed, and I miss the memories that never existed.”
“…I’m sorry that for you, he wasn’t the man he was to the rest of the world.” – Graham/Lucy
You see, the writing wasn’t bad, the author knows how to string some words together. I just wish it could had a little bit more oomph. But whatever. Life goes on.
Graham is a best-selling author whose real life was more of a blank page. He had nothing he truly cared about and nothing that he wanted. His only friend was a 70 year old something man.
Lucy was a florist who’s desire was to spend her warmth and joy with the world. She wanted nothing more than to find a way to help Graham enjoy life and not spend it locked away in his mansion where he could block everything and everyone out.
“She was the girl who felt everything, and I was the man who felt nothing at all.” – Graham
I love myself a good alpha man with a cold heart that a good woman can work her way into but Graham was like a walking black cloud.
Hope was the weak man’s remedy to life’s issues. – Graham
The man didn’t even understand the word hope.
“Why do you smell like weed?”
“It’s not weed, it’s sage. I was burning it.”
“Why were you burning sage?”
“To fight off negative energy like yours.”
The man was just a walking ad for Prozac. And I like Prozac BTW. It’s helped many lead more productive lives. I just wanted to shove them down Graham’s throat to help him too. Because all in all, he wasn’t a bad person.
SIDE NOTE #2: I love burning sage. I have found that it works for me. Just a few whips in the corners of a room is all you need. 🙂
There was one bit of the book that did hurt me more than any other and that’s when Lucy decided it was time for her to feel less, to become more like Graham. I hurt for her there. No one should ever feel the need to adopt such a negative trait from someone else. It was even more for Lucy because she was so pure and loving. To take her energy from the world would be a crime. She had too much love to give.
This book was one that took a lot of effort to figure out so I’m not giving anything away when I say they eventually find themselves together and live happily-ever-after. It just sucked that the only other emotional I felt throughout the book was depression. I don’t think I smiled once.
Per the title of the book, Graham and Lucy are pulled together by gravity, or so the story tries to tell us. I didn’t really see it as such. I felt like they were brought together by circumstance, just like any other relationship. That’s like saying gravity pulled my husband and I together instead of strippers and tequila. But it was a good try and I’m giving this book an A for effort.
There was more I could say about the book but I’m not really in the mood for it. Plus my 8 year old keeps popping her little head in the door asking me if I’m done so we can play. It’s impossible to say no to her cute little self.
So, I’m going to leave you with this. . .
Is it a horrible book? No.
Am I glad I read it? I wouldn’t say I’m glad but I’m not upset about it.
Do you think the author is talented? Yes, I do.
Would I read this book again? Hell, no!
Will I read more books by Brittainy Cherry? If I have nothing better to do, sure.
It was like listening to Sam Smith and Adele singing and wanting Bruno Mars to break in at some point to make you smile again.
Time to clean up my mess and get all pretty again and play with my little monkey girl.
TTYL, lovers. . .
Stalk all things messy…