A review by nitzanschwarz
Head Over Heels by Jill Shalvis
4.0
Well, now I finished the story of the three sisters, who got the three brothers (Anybody else thinks it's totally unfair? I want my own hot, sweet, sexy guy, too!).
Now the only trouble is... deciding which story I liked best - Maddie and Jax, Tara and Ford, or Chloe and Sawyer (by the way, has anyone else realized the Tom Sawyer--Sawyer Thompson thing here?)
I think I liked this story of the Wild Child and Mr. Law the most. There was just something about it - about wanting to be accepted as you are, about finding a place to call home, about "settling down", in a way. It was beautiful, as was their romance. There were no issues of an abusive ex. or a teenage daughter, and yet there was just something so... deep about it, which I loved.
I really hope the rest of the series mentioned them--marriage, kids, and such... I really want little Jaxs, Fords, and Sawyers going around (yes, I want boys. But c'mon – their daddies are supreme hotness, can you blame me?)
One of my favorite parts of the book (just because I laughed so hard at it for some reason that I had to copy it):
While he waited for his dinner, he went into the garage and eyeballed the buckets of paint. “Fuckers,” he said to them, but picked one up and carried it into the dining room. “You ready?” he asked his walls.
They didn’t have an opinion.
Now the only trouble is... deciding which story I liked best - Maddie and Jax, Tara and Ford, or Chloe and Sawyer (by the way, has anyone else realized the Tom Sawyer--Sawyer Thompson thing here?)
I think I liked this story of the Wild Child and Mr. Law the most. There was just something about it - about wanting to be accepted as you are, about finding a place to call home, about "settling down", in a way. It was beautiful, as was their romance. There were no issues of an abusive ex. or a teenage daughter, and yet there was just something so... deep about it, which I loved.
I really hope the rest of the series mentioned them--marriage, kids, and such... I really want little Jaxs, Fords, and Sawyers going around (yes, I want boys. But c'mon – their daddies are supreme hotness, can you blame me?)
One of my favorite parts of the book (just because I laughed so hard at it for some reason that I had to copy it):
While he waited for his dinner, he went into the garage and eyeballed the buckets of paint. “Fuckers,” he said to them, but picked one up and carried it into the dining room. “You ready?” he asked his walls.
They didn’t have an opinion.