Review: Rush by Emma Scott

Posted October 2, 2016 by Wil in Reviews / 0 Comments

Review: Rush by Emma ScottRUSH (Rush, #1) by Emma Scott
five-stars
on June 30, 2015
Genres: Contemporary, Contemporary Women, Enemies to Lovers, Musicians, Romance
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To be blind is not miserable; not to be able to bear blindness, that is miserable. --John Milton

Charlotte Conroy, Juilliard-trained violinist, was on the cusp of greatness when tragedy swooped down on dark wings, crushing her hopes and breaking her heart. The music that used to sing in her soul has grown quiet, and she feels on the verge of setting down her violin for good. To pay the bills, she accepts a job as a personal assistant to a bitter, angry young man who’s been disabled by a horrific accident …

Noah Lake was an extreme sport athlete, journalist and photographer. He roamed the world in search of his next adrenaline high, until a cliff-dive left him in a coma. He awakes to find his career gone, his dreams shattered to pieces, his world an endless blackness that will never lift.

Charlotte begins to see that beneath Noah’s angry, brittle exterior is a young man in a pain. She is determined to show him that his life isn’t over, that he has so much to live for, never dreaming that she would become the only light in his darkness, or that he would help her find the music in hers.
The life he knew is over. The life she wants is just out of reach. Together, they must face their fears and rediscover what it means to really live.

I read this one back in August. This was gorgeous, beautiful, perfect. Emma Scott is so freaking talented, she writes the most amazing books! I owe a good review for this one, but there are no words. This was perfection!

I have so much highlighted is not even funny. Anyway, I super recommend. I hate to compare books but think as this one as the better, more optimistic version of Me Before You. Ah! So awesome, I still think about this one from time to time. I call it the Emma Scott effect, since I still think about Full Tilt all the time too!

I’ll just put some of my favorite highlights below so you get an idea of how beautiful the writing is:


“I bolted upright from that same damn nightmare, the dream that was both fiercely terrorizing and mercilessly glorious at the same time. I gasped for breath, drowning on nothing, while trying to hold on to the images that painted my darkness with vibrant color. There was white snow and blue sky, gold sunset tints and blue-green water. In the dream I could see again. Sometimes that made it worth the terror. Sometimes it made me wish I’d never woken up at all.”

“Noah and I were like planets orbiting the same star: on similar trajectories but only crossing paths once in a great while.”

“Those days felt like little gifts, as if she were singing to me, filling the house with the voice of her incredible talent”

“The rush. The adrenaline. The thrill of walking the edge of life and death, like a tightrope. I didn’t have a death wish, but I loved taunting it. When I was throwing myself out of planes, or skiing down triple black diamonds…that’s when I felt that amazing fear. That chest-tightening, ball-shriveling fear that you’re right there, about to lose it all. Because only when you’re about to lose it all, do you realize how much you have.”

“How do you do that? How do you know what to do and say so that I feel…?”
“So that you feel what?”
“Whole. You make me feel like I have a shot at something more than this misery.”

“My endless black was never going to go away. That was certainty. But kissing Charlotte had been a burst of light streaking across it, like a comet. Maybe. Maybe is gradations of darkness. The sweetest torture. Maybe is hope.”

“Noah’s kiss seeped into my cracks, filled all my broken places. I felt it in the marrow of my bones, and I clung to him, kissed him back with all that I had, knowing that this was what I had been waiting for, that I’d never have something this strong and real ever again”

“Until you, I was lost. Sometimes, you’re the only thing that ever feels real to me.”
I stroked his cheek. “I’ll always be right here for you, Noah.”

“Our hearts were thundering together, then slowing together, and it felt as if her warm, soft body were melting into mine. We lay this way a long time, neither of us saying a word, until she finally lifted her head and kissed me one last time, breathing life into me when nothing and no one else had before”

“Love, real love, wasn’t empty, grasping hands, or lies that felt like truths. And it wasn’t perfect or neat or always easy. It was a rising sun on a new day.
It was endless possibility.”

“You steal my breath away, Noah, and what you’re feeling is me, trying to catch it back, but I never can. Not when you’re this close to me.”

“I love you, Noah. With my heart and my soul and this body. With every part of me. I love you so much you don’t have to see it. You can feel it”

“I have found my hope, my gradations of darkness. I don’t jump out of airplanes anymore but I still fly. I feel the rush of adrenaline through my veins when my love for Charlotte overwhelms me. And I feel it now, as Charlotte touches my hand.”

five-stars

About Emma Scott

Emma Scott is a writer, marathon runner, and caffeine addict, who lives and writes in the California Bay Area. She has two smart, feisty little girls, a super-supportive husband, and is a demonstrated fan of the Oxford comma. She is also an unabashed Star Wars geek and comic book enthusiast who fell into romance novels when a writing contest prompt turned a 1000-word romantic story into a full-blown novel. She also writes epic fantasy that suffers an epic word count.

She hopes you enjoy her work, encourages readers to leave feedback, and thinks it’s amusing to write about herself in the third person. And if she has a driving force the fuels her work, it’s that love always wins.
xoxo

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