She knew. That's why Mom hadn't opened the door. She knew he was dead.
Twenty years as an army brat and Ember Howard knew, too. The soldiers at the door meant her dad was never coming home. What she didn't know was how she would find the strength to singlehandedly care for her crumbling family when her mom falls apart.
Then Josh Walker enters her life. Hockey star, her new next-door neighbor, and not to mention the most delicious hands that insist on saving her over and over again. He has a way of erasing the pain with a single look, a single touch. As much as she wants to turn off her feelings and endure the heartache on her own, she can't deny their intense attraction.
Until Josh's secret shatters their world. And Ember must decide if he's worth the risk that comes with loving a man who could strip her bare.
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By Rebecca Yarros, Karen Grove and Nicole Steinhaus
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Who the hell would be pounding on the door at 7:05 a.m.?
Three tiny knocks on my bedroom door echoed the harsher ones downstairs. Mom was going to chew their butts for interrupting her morning routine.
"Come in!" I called out, scanning through my iPod's playlist before pressing sync. Music made running more tolerable. Barely. Running was hellish, but I'd already calculated how far I had to go to compensate for the Christmas fudge I'd be scarfing down during the rest of my visit home. The thermometer outside said thirteen degrees, and human ice sculptures were overrated, so Colorado at Christmas meant it would be treadmill city. Yay, me.
Gus's strawberry-blond curls popped through the small opening of the door, my lab goggles from Chem 101 perched on his forehead. They gave his seven-year-old, puckered-up-in-frustration face a more mad scientist vibe. "What's up, buddy?" I asked.
"Ember? Can you answer the door?" he begged.
I turned down the music coming from my laptop. "The door?"
He nodded, nearly losing the goggles. My lips twitched, fighting the smile that spread across my face while I tried not to laugh. "I'm supposed to go to hockey, and Mom won't answer the door for carpool," he said.
I put on my best serious face as I glanced back at the clock. "Okay, Gus, but it's only seven, and I don't think you have hockey until the afternoon. Mom never forgets a practice." I'd inherited my type-A nature from somewhere.
He let out an exasperated sigh. "But what if it's early?"
"Six hours early?"
"Well, yeah!" He gave me a wide-eyed stare declaring me the stupidest sister ever.
"Okay, buddy." I caved like always. The way he'd cried when I left for college last year pretty much gave the kid free reign over my soul. Gus was the only person I didn't mind going off schedule for.
I checked Skype one more time before closing my laptop, hoping I'd see Dad pop online. He'd been gone three months, two weeks, and six days. Not that I was counting. "He'll call today," Gus promised, hugging my side. "He has to. It's a rule or something. They always get to call for their kid's birthday."
I forced out a smile and hugged his scrawny body. It didn't matter that I turned twenty today, I just wanted to hear from Dad. The knocks sounded again. "Mom!" I called out. "Door!" I grabbed a hair tie off my desk and held it in my teeth while I gathered my long hair back in a pre-run ponytail.
"I told you," he mumbled into my side. "She won't answer. It's like she wants me to miss hockey, and you know that means I'll suck forever! I don't want Coach Walker to think I suck!"
"Don't say suck." I kissed the top of his head. He smelled like his orange, Spiderman-labeled shampoo and sunshine. "Let's go see."
He thrust his arms out in victory and raced down the hallway ahead of me, taking the back stairs closest to my room. He slid through the kitchen in his socks, and I snagged a bottle of water from the fridge on my way. The knocks sounded again, and Mom still didn't answer. She must have run off for errands with April or something, though seven in the morning was way too early for my younger sister.
I passed through the dining room, twisted open the top on the bottle, and walked into the living room, opposite the foyer. Two shadows stood outside the door, poised to knock again.
"Just a minute!" I called out, hopping over the Lego star destroyer Gus had abandoned in the middle of the floor. Stepping on a Lego was a special degree of hell that only someone with a little brother could really understand.
"Don't answer it." Mom's strangled whisper came from the front staircase, which stopped only a few feet from the front door.
"Mom?" I came around the steps and found her huddled in on herself, rocking back and forth. Her hands covered her hair, strands of dark auburn the exact same shade as mine weaving through her fingers where she tugged. Something was wrong. "Mom, who's here?"
"No, no, no, no, no," she mumbled, refusing to lift her head from her knees.
I drew back and took a look at Gus with raised eyebrows. He shrugged in response with a see-I-told-you-so look. "Where's April?" I asked him.
"Sleeping." Of course. At seventeen, all April did was sleep, sneak out, and sleep again.
"Right." Another three knocks sounded. They were brisk, efficient, and accompanied by a soft male voice.
"Mrs. Howard?" His voice was distorted through the door, but through the center glass panel, I saw that he'd leaned in. "Please, ma'am."
Mom raised her head and met my eyes. They were dead, as though someone had sucked the life from them, and her mouth hung slack. This was not my Stepford-perfect mother.
"What's going on?" April asked with a massive yawn, dropping to sit on the top step in her pajamas, her bright red hair a messy tangle from sleep.
I shook my head and turned to the door. The knob was warm in my hand. They taught us in elementary school never to open a warm door during a fire. Why did I think of that? I glanced back at Mom and made my choice. Ignoring her plea, I opened the door in slow motion.
Two army officers in Dress Blue uniform consumed our stoop, their hats in their hands. My stomach lurched. No. No. No.
She knew. That's why Mom hadn't opened the door. She knew.
Tears stung my eyes, burning my nose before the men could even get a word out. My water bottle slipped from my hand, bursting open on the doorframe and pouring water over their shined shoes. The younger of the two soldiers started to speak, and I put my finger up, silencing him before I softly shut the door.
My breath expelled in a quiet sob, and I rested my head against the warm door. I had opened the door to a fire, and it was poised to decimate my family. I sucked in a shaky breath and put a bright smile on my face as I turned to Gus. "Hey, buddy." I stroked my hands over his beautiful, innocent little head. I couldn't stop what was coming, but I could spare him this. "My iPhone is on my nightstand." In the room furthest from the front door. "Why don't you head up to my room and play Angry Birds for a bit? It's not hockey, just grown-up stuff, okay? Play until I come get you."
His eyes lit up, and I forced my smile harder. How long would it be until I saw that in his eyes again? "Cool!" he shouted and raced up the front steps, passing April on his way. "See, Ember lets me play with her phone!" he teased as his footsteps raced toward my room.
"What is going on?" April demanded. I ignored her and turned to Mom.
I dropped to my knees on the step beneath hers and brushed back her hair. "It's time to let them in, Mom. We're all here." I gave a distorted smile through the blur my vision had become.
She didn't respond. It took a minute before I realized she wasn't going to. She just wasn't here. April scooted down the steps, sitting next to Mom. I opened the door again and nearly lost it at the pity in the younger soldier's eyes. The older one began to speak. "June Howard?"
I shook my head. "Ember — December Howard. My mother," I choked out and gestured behind me, "is June." I stood next to her and reached through the banister railing to rest my hand on her back.
He could be wounded. Just wounded. They came to the door for serious wounds. Yeah, just wounded. We could handle that.
The soldiers nodded. "I am Captain Vincent and this is Lieutenant Morgan. May we come in?"
I nodded. He wore the same patch on his shoulder as my father. They stepped in, their wet shoes squeaking on the tiles of the entry hall, and shut the door behind them. "June Howard, wife of Lieutenant Colonel Justin Howard?" he asked. She nodded weakly, but kept her eyes trained on the rug while Captain Vincent ended my world.
"The Secretary of the Army has asked me to express his deep regret that your husband, Justin, was killed in action in Kandahar, Afghanistan, earlier this morning, the nineteenth of December. He was killed by small arms fire in a Green on Blue incident in the hospital, which is still under investigation. The Secretary extends his deepest sympathy to you and your family in your tragic loss."
My hands slid to the railing to keep me upright, and my eyes closed as tears raced down my face. I knew the regs. Twenty years as an army brat had taught me they had to notify us within a certain number of hours of identifying him. Hours. He'd been alive hours ago. I couldn't breathe, couldn't drag the air into my lungs in a world that didn't have my father in it anymore. It wasn't possible. Everything dropped from under me, and unmatched pain tore through every cell in my body, erupting in a sob I couldn't keep contained. April's scream split the air, ripping through me. God, it hurt. It hurt.
"Ma'am?" the young lieutenant asked. "Is there someone we can call for you? Casualty Assistance should be here soon, but until then?"
Casualty. My father had been killed. Dead. Green on Blue. He'd been shot by someone in an Afghani uniform. My father was a doctor. A doctor! Who the hell shoots a doctor? They had to be wrong. Did Dad even carry a weapon?
Why wasn't Mom answering?
She remained silent, her eyes trained on the pattern of the carpet runner on the stairs, refusing to answer.
Unable to answer.
Something shifted in me; the weight of responsibility settled on my shoulders, dislodging some of the pain so I could breathe. I had to be the adult right now because no one else here could. "I'll take care of her until Casualty Assistance arrives," I managed to say with a shaky voice, speaking over April's shrieks.
"You're sure?" Captain Vincent asked, concern etching his unfamiliar features.
I nodded. "They keep a binder, just in case this —" I shoved my knuckles into my mouth, biting down as hard as I could to stop the wail desperate to emerge. I steadied myself again, sucking in air. Why was it so damn hard to breathe? "In case this happens — happened." Dad was a believer that nothing bad happened to prepared people. He'd hate to know he'd been wrong.
The captain nodded. He pulled out a form and had me verify that the information in Dad's handwriting was correct. This was our address, our phone number. Those were our names and dates of birth. The lieutenant startled. "Happy birthday, December," he whispered.
Captain Vincent sent him a silent glare. "We are so very sorry for your loss. Casualty Assistance will be here within the hour, and the care team is ready if that's okay with you." I agreed. I knew the drill, and what Mom needed.
The door shut behind them, leaving our world shattered.
For the next hour, Mom sat silently on the stairs while April wailed on my shoulder. This wasn't real. It couldn't be. I couldn't hold her tight enough to make it stop. The care team arrived around the same time April's cries softened to sniffles. I waved them inside. Armed with sympathetic eyes and casserole schedules, the three women from the family readiness group of Dad's unit took over the tasks that hadn't been done yet. The breakfast dishes were cleared, laundry put in place, the cereal Gus had spilled earlier on the kitchen floor swept. I knew they were here to help — they would smooth things over until Grams could get here — but I couldn't help but feel invaded, taken over like we were somehow unable to care for ourselves.
Who was I kidding? Mom was still huddled on the stairs. We couldn't care for ourselves. One of the care team members took Gus a snack and assured me he was still engrossed in Angry Birds. I couldn't tell him. I couldn't do it.
The casualty assistance officer knocked quietly an hour later, and I opened the door. April walked Mom to the couch and sat her down, bracing her with pillows to keep her upright. Her eyes changed focus from the carpet runner to the blank screen of the television deep within the recesses of the armoire. She refused to look at any of us. I'm not sure she was capable of understanding what had truly happened. Then again, I'm not sure I was capable of understanding what had really happened, either, but I didn't have the luxury of going catatonic.
"My name is Captain Adam Wilson," he introduced himself. He wore Dress Blues just like the notification officers had, but he seemed uncomfortable in the role he had been assigned to play. I knew I would be. His frame nearly filled the loveseat across from the couch my mother sat upon, and he dragged the coffee table toward him, softly scraping the carpet. "Did you want someone to take notes?" He glanced at Mom. "For when she's feeling up to it?"
"I've got it," a woman from the team said softly, pen and notebook ready.
Captain Wilson gathered a stack of papers from his leather briefcase, and tugged at his tie, making a minor adjustment. "There's another child, correct?" He shuffled through a few of his papers until he selected a form. "August Howard?"
"Gus is upstairs," I answered, taking the seat on the other side of Mom, closest to Captain Wilson. I clutched the black binder I'd gotten out of Mom's office. It was the very last item in the filing cabinet, just like Dad had told me before he left. "I haven't told him yet."
"Would you like me to?" Captain Wilson asked softly. I briefly considered it. Mom was in no state to discuss it with him, and Captain Wilson had probably been trained to deliver information like that. I couldn't do it though, let a stranger alter the universe of my little brother.
"No. I'll do it myself."
April began crying again, but Mom sat as still as ever, vacant, not really here with us. "I want to give him as long as possible before I have to. His world is still normal. He doesn't know that nothing will ever be the same for him." I bit back my own sob. "He's seven years old and everything he knows just ended. So I think I'll give him just another few minutes." Before I tear him to pieces. My skin flushed as new tears came to the surface. I supposed that was the way things would go for a while. I needed to get better at pushing them back.
Captain Wilson cleared his throat and nodded his head. "I can understand that." He explained his role to us, that he would be our guide to Dad's casualty process. He would help us through the paperwork, the ceremony, the things no one saw coming. In a way, he was our handler, sent here to be a buffer between our grief and the United States Army. I was thankful for him just as much as I hated his sheer existence.
He would be with us until we told him we no longer needed him.
After he finished his explanation, the barrage of questions began. April excused herself, saying she had to lie down. There was no doubt in my mind that within a few minutes, this would all go public on Facebook. April was never one to suffer in silence.
The questions started, and I opened the black binder. Dad's handwriting was scrawled all over the pages of his will, his life insurance policy, and his last wishes, all the paperwork carefully organized for this exact moment. Did we know where he wanted to be buried? What kind of casket he wanted? Was there anyone we wanted with us? Was the bank account correct for the life insurance money to be deposited? Did we want to fly to Dover to meet his remains while the army prepared him for burial?
Dover. It was like crossing the army's version of the river Styx.
Mom remained silent, staring at that blank television as I found the answers to what he asked. No question pulled her from her stupor, no tug of her hand, no whisper of her name could bring her back to where I was desperate for her to be. It was becoming blatantly obvious that I was alone. "Is there someone we can call to help make these decisions with your mother?" His mouth tightened as he slipped a discreet glance toward my mother. I was unsure how many shocked widows he'd seen in his career, but Mom was my first.
Grams was a day away. Because she was Dad's mom, I knew the army had officially notified her, just as we had been. No doubt she was already on her way, but until she got here, there was no one else. Mom's parents were dead. Her brother had never been around much in our lives, and I couldn't see a good reason to bring him in now. "There's just me," I replied. "I'll take responsibility for the decisions until she can."
"Ember?" Gus's small voice came from the steps where he stood. "What's going on?" I placed Mom's hand back in her lap. It wasn't like she noticed I was holding it anyway. After the deepest breath ever taken, I walked over to my little brother. I sat down next to him on the steps and repeated everything we knew in seven-year-old terms, which wasn't anything really. But I had to repeat the one thing we knew for certain. "Daddy isn't coming home, Gus."
Little blue eyes filled with tears, and his lower lip began to quiver. "Did the bad guys get him?"
"Yes, baby." I pulled him into my arms and held him, rocking him back and forth like I had when he was an infant, our parents' miracle baby. I brushed his hair back over his forehead and kissed him.
"But it's your birthday." His warm tears soaked through my running shirt and immediately chilled as I held him as tightly as possible. I would have done anything to take away this pain, to unsay what I knew had to be said. But I couldn't take the bullet from Dad.
Gus cried himself out while Captain Wilson sat, patiently observing my mother and her nonresponse. I wondered how long it would be until words like "medicate" and "psychologist" were brought up. My mother was the strongest person I knew, but she'd always stood on the foundation that was my father.
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Wow. I mean, WOW. This story is a wonderful ride. It had me crying, laughing, swooning. The characters are relatable and lovable, their pain and happiness accessible and tangible. I'm a hard sell where emotion is concerned, but Rebecca had me from the first line to the last. I was right there with Ember and was sad when there were no more pages to flip through. While it's an emotionally gripping story, it's also one full of hope and finding your true self - not settling for the status quo. It's about living life to its fullest and embracing love no matter how long it may or may not last. And mostly, for me, it was as story about strength, that sometimes even the strongest, most together people need someone to hold them up. Rebecca is an amazing writer. Her words pulled me into Ember's world and kept me wanting more. This book has it all: humor, pain, romance, and beauty.
*I received this book from NetGalley in exchange for an honest review* Full Measures is an emotional journey about love, loss and the hearts ability to heal. From the opening page, I was hooked... By page six my heart was breaking. I felt like I was on an emotional rollercoaster but oh what a ride. Get your tissues ready! It started with a knock that forever altered their lives. The Howard Family is struggling with the loss of their father who was killed while serving in Afghanistan as a surgeon in the Army. December (Ember) is the oldest home from college on break trying to pick of the pieces of this shattered family. Mrs. Howard is catatonic, her sister April is out of control and her brother Gus is only seven. Ember’s life is falling apart from the death of her father to her boyfriends betrayal all she needs is a sexy hockey playing, motorcycle driving, tattooed bottle of yumminess in the mix. ~ Enter Josh Walker her brother's hockey coach, and high school crush. Josh Walker changed since his mother got sick and he lost his scholarship to play hockey. Three years older than Ember he’s always felt unworthy of her. She was innocent and unattainable in his eyes not the type he usually went after. When he runs into her at the grocery store and watches her fall apart he knows he can’t stay away. “No, I wouldn’t be happier. Do you know what would make me happy? I would like to go back to bed, and for none of this to have happened. I don’t want to be standing in the middle of this grocery store, buying a stupid cake so my little brother can pretend that our dad isn’t dead! So, no, I don’t care what kind of cake it is, Ninja Turtles or Barbie or Sponge Bob freaking Square Pants!” Josh wants December. December doesn’t want Josh’s but she needs him. She’s attracted to him beyond belief and every time she’s near him she lets her guard down. I loved the chemistry between Ember and Josh. The way their relationship developed over the course of the book was nothing short of breathtaking. “Please fight for this Ember. We are worth the fight. I love you, and that’s something I’ve never said to any girl. I love you more than hockey, or air I breathe. You love me, too!” Secrets are kept, hearts are shattered and promises broken. In the end is love really enough? I absolutely loved this book. It was a sweet emotional read with a little steamy in-between. I highly recommend it!
So glad I read this! This story has it all; great story, great characters, overcoming great tragedy, great h/H, great love story and a stand alone book!!! Love, love, love me some Josh. This is the first I have read by Rebecca Yarros, but will not be my last. I highly recommend this book. ENJOY!
5 "YOU NEED TO READ THIS BOOK" Stars OMG, I do not even know where to begin with this review. You remember in Jerry Maguire, "you had me at hello"? Well this book had me at 10%. Yarros owned me with her writing as I blazed through the pages of this book and had it not been for work and the need to feed the kids I would have finished even faster. But anyhow, this was me at 10%. This is a love story about Ember and Josh. We meet Ember at the beginning of the book where literally her world has been torn apart. After notification of her father's death in the military, she is the one struggling to keep her family together. As if things could not get worse, Ember's heart is dealt another blow when she is betrayed by two people she trusts the most. Luckily for Ember, a chance meeting at the supermarket introduces Josh, her high school crush, back into her world. Back in High School Josh was the ultimate bad boy hockey stud with girls falling all over him. Years later, life has happened, Josh has matured and he definitely has an interest in Ember, and not just because he is her brother's hockey coach. Don't get me wrong, he is still the same stud with the girls, just less of the bad boy now. What I loved was how caring, sweet and protective he was of Ember. Swoon. Eventually things come together for this couple despite Ember's hesitation and their chemistry is HOT!!. As typical there are a few speed bumps along the way in their relationship and at one point Josh really irked me, but he made up for it quickly. But then Josh's secret which is hinted at throughout the book is revealed, and let me just say, I NEVER WOULD HAVE GUESSED IT. My heart broke along with Ember's as I understood what it meant to Ember and to their relationship. But despite the sadness I felt, Yarros pulls it all together and finishes with a story filled with hope and the possibility that if you truly love someone things can work out. This book was amazing and I cannot wait to read more from this wonderful author. I'm a new fan!!!! I received this book from NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.
There are so many emotional layers to this novel it is hard to know where to start. Though, I suppose, it would be best to start at the beginning. Ember Howard is likable from the first page. She is a relatable young woman whose world is dealt a shattering blow. A military brat all her life, she and her family understand the risks involved when a loved one is overseas, but no one ever sees it coming. And when three knocks at Ember’s door arrive too early one morning, she knows nothing will ever be the same. Her father was killed overseas and now Ember is left with a family in pieces and she is the only one strong enough to hold them together. Yarros has an incredible way of weaving vivid scenes with concrete details. She does what only the best author’s can do—grounds the reader in the world she has created to the point where we’re no longer reading a book, but living another life. And Ember’s is one worth falling into. The scenes in which Ember deals with the loss of her father are as much heart-wrenching as they are eye-opening. Readers get a taste of the real effects of war—not from a television screen or from the lips of a reporter who has never left the United States—but from the perspective of the family. It is close and real and raw, with such authenticity that, as Ember takes stuttered breaths, readers carry the weight with her as opposed to being a bystander. Ember is a strong female character who inherits the care-taker role for her family when her mother mentally checks out after losing the love of her life. Ember is selfless, giving up the life she knew and stepping into a new world where she is the only one who can save her family. There isn’t a second for her to focus on her own grief, but she’s fine with it. She doesn’t need anyone to save her. Or so she thinks. Enter Josh Walker—Ember’s little brother’s incredibly sexy hockey coach. He’s in high demand among the lady-goers of the hockey world, but he only has eyes for Ember, and is willing to be whatever she needs to get through the days. Friend. Lover. Confidante. Josh supports her when she doesn’t realize she needs it, makes her laugh when she never thinks she will again, and ignites a fire inside her she was sure was frozen forever. And just when Ember thinks she is finally pulling the broken pieces of herself together, a secret is unveiled that is so world-shaking, she may not recover this time. The chemistry between Ember and Josh is undeniable and their interaction is downright addicting. Their easy give and take is effortless and Yarros gives us a natural character dynamic that doesn’t feel forced. These two characters come together because their meant to, not because their circumstances have forced them to, and the obstacles in their path are a true testament to Yarros’ ability to create tension so painfully exquisite readers won’t want to put the book down. This novel has a ton of heart—enough to make readers cry, laugh, and squeal with excitement—but there is an equal amount of heat. The passion between Ember and Josh is so flame worthy it’ll have readers panting for more. FULL MEASURES is a novel that burrows deep in your heart and stays there, with characters who you find yourself missing, and a love you’ll want to revisit again and again.
I lost my fiance almost 10 years ago in Iraq. I wanted to read this but knew it would make me incredibly sad so I had been putting it off. I am so glad I finally read it. I cried a lot but it wasn't just sadness. It is inspiring as well. This is a must read.
Please tell me theres more to come??? I really need more.
As a military veteran and spouse, this story hit very close to home. The author did a beautiful job of making the story emotional, authentic, and the characters relatable. December Howard is strong young woman with a likeable vulnerability and Josh, well, Josh. Josh. Josh. Who wouldn't fall in love with a hot, sexy, hockey coach that wants nothing more than to protect and love you unconditionally? This is a book that once you pick it up you will not want to put it down until you've finished. You will be emotionally exhausted yet unable to get the story out of your head. You will immediately want to do a search to see if you can find more work by this author. I can give a double thumbs up without any hesitation and with a thousand shooting stars to this story!
Simply Amazing. Great storytelling and wonderful characters. Heartbreakingly realistic and triumphant! Can't wait to see more from this new author.
This is a really really good book. I loved the story line. I loved the characters. I loved that the story was completed in one book. I loved that there were very few spelling errors. This was a great book and I look forward to more from this author!,
LOVED this book. It made me laugh and cry. Very well written. Can't wait to read another book from this author.
Really good! I wish this was made into a movie. This book has the touching love story, the poinant theme, and gripping suspense to make it brilliant! Loved it. Definitely recommend. S.A.K.
Cried more than I would have liked to but great book!
My review: 5 Stars! Full Measures is a beautiful new adult novel that dives into the life of a young woman who’s grown up in a military family. Now, I’m not a reviewer that ruins plots. I’m not going to talk through what happens when and how I reacted. But I can say this, the love interest, Josh, is all man. Ugh, duh, he’s the male love interest. Clearly, but allow me to explain. All too often I run into “guys” in new adult novels that never take those steps to really develop into a man that as a character I respect. I totally respect Josh. Heck, he even made me appreciate a sport that I will never understand (especially the cost that goes into it). Can you guess what sport? Hockey! Yeah, I'm Minnesotan, but I just don't get Hockey. It's so darn expensive and who wants to spend more time out on ice? Not me. Anyway, another reason I love him is he makes me go all... *Imagine a gif of a girl shocked and drooling over a hot guy* And Ember, the main character? Oh, I felt her pain. I felt her struggle! Yarros instantly (I mean INSTANTLY. Don't read the first chapter of this book in public if you are a crier!) drew me in with her ability to capture Ember’s voice and spirit in her beautiful writing. I highly recommend buying this book!
Wow!! What a great story. So real and full of passion and heart! I did not want this one to end at all! Loved everything about this book!
A well written beautiful story .
I loved this book. It is gut wrenching and heartwarming and will make you want to throw it across the room more times then I can count. Ember's life is shattered with three little knocks. That's it and the world as she knows it is gone. Which is when Josh walks back into her life. Ember doesn't want to want him like she does. She shouldn't be happy when her world is falling apart. Can she dare to let herself be happy? Rebecca Yarros grabs you from page one and doesn't let you go. Little by little she twists your heart until it's in such a mess you aren't sure if you will ever be able to untangle it.
This was a story that made you cry at times and laugh at times. I think the men and women in our country that are in the military are wonderful and brave people. I understand some of what the families go through after reading this story and I know you have my gratitude. I know times are wonderful and also scary. December had to be strong and help her family. She also finds love through it all.
A MUST READ! I loved Full Measures and the Flight and Glory Series! It is one of my new favorite book series! I experienced every emotion while reading it! You won't be disappointed! Rebecca Yarros is an amazing author who will capture your heart! You will be drawn in after reading the first page and won't want to put it down. I love how all the books link together but each told from a different character.
Full Measures is an utterly fantastic debut novel. Rebecca Yarros is a skilled storyteller who had me completely invested in Josh and Ember and their journeys. I couldn’t help but root for them through their highs and low as they worked to find themselves separately so that they could ultimately find their way to each other. The book was filled with poignant moments that pulled on my heartstrings in ways that always felt authentic and organic to the storyline. The last few chapters are honestly some of the most sublimely written chapters that I have ever read. Strong from start to finish, Full Measures cut straight to my literary soul and carved itself a spot on my favorites shelf. Rebecca Yarros has definitely earned a spot on my “I will one click it without even knowing a thing about it” list.
Such a beautiful and emotional story. Its been too long since I have read something at this level. A must read!