Friday, June 17, 2016

Blog Tour + Giveaway: Back to Yesterday by Pamela Sparkman

Title: Back to Yesterday
Author: Pamela Sparkman
Genre: Historical Romance
Publish Date: May 2, 2016
Review Source: eARC 
 
Everyone loves a good love story. The stories that make you feel warm all over. The kind that leaves you the slightest bit envious because the story belongs to someone else and not you. The stories that make your heart race and on the edge of pain and pleasure. Pain because your heart hurts and pleasure because your heart hurts. An unlikely combination, yet, that’s the stuff good love stories are made of.

Ours could have been like that. We could have made a beautiful love story.
But when he was ready for that epic love story, I was afraid to fall in love, too hurt by my past to trust anyone. Then, when I was ready for the epic love story, he was gone.
And I was alone.
And the only thing I got was the pain.
It was time I told him the things that were in my heart but too afraid to say out loud.

I wrote the letter I needed to write and prayed it wasn’t too late.

Dear Charlie,

You were right. I was wrong. I’ve never been more wrong in my life.
There – I said it.
I’ll say it a million times if you just come back to me.
Come back to me. Please!

I was so wrong. I do love you.

Sophie

I had never heard of Pamela Sparkman, nor had I heard of her books. When I saw BACK TO YESTERDAY come available for review, I jumped on the opportunity. Who doesn't love a good love story that dates back to World War II? Sophie, and Charlie brought so much to the pages that at one point you feel you are there with them, witnessing their love for one another unfold into this outstanding love story that will capture your heart, make your stomach flutter with butterflies, and make your eyes water. Seriously though, this is one book that I will recommend to anyone that is looking for a sweet, heart-touching story that will leave the reader wanting so much more than what this novel offers. I feel that this is a novel that needs to be experienced with no real puzzle pieces laid out before the reader. This was one of those novels that once you read it, you kind of stutter, and mope around for a bit because it gives you a book hangover.

Pamela Sparkman really played into the dual point of views with switching between Sophie, and Charlies views, as well as today, and yesterday's views. I think that was the best part was the back and forth between now, and then. The characters were dynamic, and held my attention throughout the novel. There wasn't a moment that I was bored, or wished the novel would end faster. It was well paced, there weren't many surprises throughout the novel, but it was a feel good novel. A definite 5 Bar review to Miss Pamela Sparkman for bringing World War II back into today's world through a riveting tale of a boy just trying to get a girl to fall in love with him.

"I bet I can make you fall in love with me."




I don’t know how long I stayed curled into Charlie’s chest while he soothed away the ache, or how long the storm lasted. I don’t know how long it took him to carry me the six blocks to my house, or how long he sat with me while I drifted in and out of sleep on the sofa. I don’t know how many times I felt his touch, or how many times I heard him say…I love you.

But I do know how many times I wished I could have said it back. 

Or maybe I couldn’t. It was an infinite number. 

When I awoke, Charlie was asleep on the floor beside the couch with a blanket and pillow I could only assume he had gotten from my mother. I watched his chest rise and fall and I matched his breathing patterns, breath for breath. Inhaling and exhaling, keeping time with his. An invisible force, an unexplainable connection, tethered my heart to his, and I hated it and loved it. 

“He refused to leave,” someone whispered. 

I sat up and spun around to find the voice. My dad sat in one of the armchairs across the room. “He refused to leave,” he whispered again. The streetlights that filtered in through the window illuminated his face enough so that I could see the tilt of his head and the compassion in his eyes. I opened my mouth to respond, but he echoed the same words again, only this time he added, “Hear what I’m saying, baby girl. He…refused…to…leave.” 

This time, the words knocked the breath out of my lungs. “Dad,” I choked. 

“He refused to leave,” he repeated. Each time he said it, it was quiet, unassuming, yet relentless. 

“Stop,” I begged.

“He refused to leave.”

“Dad.”

“He refused to leave.” 

A fat tear rolled down my cheek. 

“He refused to leave.” 

“You have to stop,” I pleaded. 

Dad went quiet and I silently thanked him for the reprieve. I laid my head back down and folded my arm over my eyes. 

“Go back to sleep, baby girl. I’ll see you in the morning.”

I listened until his footsteps had carried him upstairs and I let out a shaky breath. Years of hurt had managed to catch up to me that night and I didn’t know why. I had been numb to it, putting all of my emotions into a box and keeping the lid closed, and now that lid had been opened, I desperately wanted to slam it shut, lock it away in a closet, and throw away the key. 

I lay there for a while trying to unravel how I had become so unsteady, however, my swollen and puffy eyes grew heavy and sleep was fast approaching. 

I was just dozing off again when I heard a whisper in the dark say, “I refused to leave.”

I grew up in Alabama and have always been an avid reader. The older I got the more in love with books I became. So, I’m admitting that I am sort of a nerd. The only reading I don’t like are those math word problems. And I’m okay with that because no one has ever asked me in real life… “If I give you two bananas and take away six apples, how long will it take the southbound train to collide with the northbound train if Johnny left his house at midnight?” It just doesn’t happen.

So, yeah, books are my thing. Oh and music. All kinds. Love it!

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