Tyson Thompson graduated high school at sixteen and left the town of Seafare, Oregon, bound for what he assumed would be bigger and better things. He soon found out the real world has teeth, and he returns to the coast with four years of failure, addiction, and a diagnosis of panic disorder trailing behind him. His brother, Bear, and his brother’s husband, Otter, believe coming home is exactly what Tyson needs to find himself again. Surrounded by family in the Green Monstrosity, Tyson attempts to put the pieces of his broken life back together.
But shortly after he arrives home, Tyson comes face to face with inevitability in the form of his childhood friend and first love, Dominic Miller, who he hasn’t seen since the day he left Seafare. As their paths cross, old wounds reopen, new secrets are revealed, and Tyson discovers there is more to his own story than he was told all those years ago.
In a sea of familiar faces, new friends, and the memories of a mother’s devastating choice, Tyson will learn that in order to have any hope for a future, he must fight the ghosts of his past.
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I’m so in love. With TJ Klune. Don’t tell my husband. Its unfair to him to know that he has competition for my heart. Not that my love will ever be requited. I know that. And I am totally ok with that. I have a case of awe-inspiring hero worship.
Typical heroes carry shit. Like swords, and light-spears, they have bat mobiles and spider webs, A gold lasso. A cape.
My heroes always carry words. ALWAYS.
That’s the thing about words. Once they are written they can never be taken away. And if those words can touch the core of you, they will stay with you forever more.
Forever more, forever more, forever more is TJ Klune to me.
Mr Klune, don’t ever stop doing what you do,
Cause I’m just a Canadian girl, not French Canadian mind you, who’s son had inspirations to be a zamboni driver when he was 3.( do you know how much I laughed at that) I sit in a cubicle. I however am not in a loveless marriage and sex is not just a full moon thing, And as I sat at work, in my cubicle at quarter end (busy busy time for me) I didn’t care who saw me reading and laughing and crying. Because all those people are soulless sales reps that would never understand all of my feelings in that 8 hour time frame. They didn’t get to enjoy Tyson and Bear and Otter and Dom and Ben and and…. I smiled, a little maliciously, cause that piece of heaven that was given to us by you, Mr Klune, was only MY piece of heaven in that time frame.
This book made me laugh so hard I thought I was going to burst something.
Thank you for all my good laughs, and tears at the hand of your words.
Cause the tears were aplenty. Aplenty I tell you.
And it was worth EVERY.SINGLE.TEAR
That feeling of your heart near but bursting, that immense feeling of happiness to sadness, the high’s and the low’s, the love, the hurt, the loss, the pain. The everything. The every Breath.
All of it, the past 24 hours were so worth it.
It was inevitable.
BOATK is journey that I as a reader will never ever forget, This book is so memorable, endearing, heart warming. Its like wrapping yourself in your favourite blanket and sitting outside with a cup of coffee on a fall morning; The sound of your kids having a conversation with each other; Your husband telling you you look pretty. Its the little things that all add up to 1 whole big spectrum of amazing, astounding, unforgettable…. I can’t think of any more adjectives.
As I neared the end,I didn’t want it to END. I tried to savour this book like 1 might savour a good wine. But like the glutton that I am, I just couldn’t stop and that’s fine, because the re-reads that will be going down until BOATK4 will just need to tide me over.
TJ Klune has another book coming out July 25th. Dare I say it may be Sandy and Darren’s time? Or maybe Kori/Corey who really deserves his own HEA. One can only guess and wait. The wait’s not long though, because forever more, forever more, forever more.
For a paperback copy of The Art of Breathing~