Heart Shaped Rock
by Laura Roppe
Release Date: May 2014
Summary from Goodreads:
“If you liked the music
collaboration of Maybe Someday, you’ve got to check out Heart Shaped Rock.” —
New York Times best-selling author of Maybe Someday, Colleen Hoover
"Laura Roppé has written a moving and emotional novel of first love, accurately capturing the voice and mind of a dramatic and emotional sixteen year old girl caught in a maelstrom of grief and loss, love and heartbreak. And then there’s Dean…you'll just have to read the book, ‘cause I can't do him justice in a few short sentences.” –Jasinda Wilder, New York Times and USA Today best-selling author of Falling into You
Sometimes a shattered heart needs to sing to love again . . . Sixteen year old singer-songwriter Shaynee Sullivan hasn't so much as touched her guitar since her mom died six months ago. In fact, Shaynee hasn't felt like doing much of anything lately, except maybe playing Whack-a-Mole on her "emotionally intelligent" brother's head. But when she meets a gorgeous and surprising rocker named Dean, her shattered heart begins to mend . . . and then burst at the seams. Heart-wrenching, heart-warming, and sometimes even heart-racing, Heart Shaped Rock will leave you laughing through tears and rooting for love in all its forms.
Hear the original music performed in Heart Shaped Rock at www.LauraRoppe.com. All music available on iTunes.
"Laura Roppé has written a moving and emotional novel of first love, accurately capturing the voice and mind of a dramatic and emotional sixteen year old girl caught in a maelstrom of grief and loss, love and heartbreak. And then there’s Dean…you'll just have to read the book, ‘cause I can't do him justice in a few short sentences.” –Jasinda Wilder, New York Times and USA Today best-selling author of Falling into You
Sometimes a shattered heart needs to sing to love again . . . Sixteen year old singer-songwriter Shaynee Sullivan hasn't so much as touched her guitar since her mom died six months ago. In fact, Shaynee hasn't felt like doing much of anything lately, except maybe playing Whack-a-Mole on her "emotionally intelligent" brother's head. But when she meets a gorgeous and surprising rocker named Dean, her shattered heart begins to mend . . . and then burst at the seams. Heart-wrenching, heart-warming, and sometimes even heart-racing, Heart Shaped Rock will leave you laughing through tears and rooting for love in all its forms.
Hear the original music performed in Heart Shaped Rock at www.LauraRoppe.com. All music available on iTunes.
{Excerpt}
Nowadays, no one
other than Tiff, Kellan and my teachers says a word to me, condolence or
otherwise. I guess they just don’t know what to say. I’ve never been much of a
talker, anyway, so not chatting about manicures and boy bands and juice
cleanses and hashtags suits me just fine. I’m not missing out on anything,
really. What do I have to talk about with anyone, anyway? Which cheerleader is
hooking up with Chaz
Alvarez this week? Whether glitter
eye shadow has jumped the shark? Whether neon is the new black? How about . . .
how my soul shriveled up and flaked off in one unfathomable day? Or how I’ve
fallen headfirst into an abyss filled with darkness and silence and nothingness
and rage? How about how I’ve awakened to a wet pillowcase every single morning
for the past six months? Or, hey, maybe how my heart hurts so much, so
goddamned much, it literally physically
hurts, as if someone has been whacking my heart with a meat tenderizer?
It’d be better not to have a heart at all.
Maybe my
classmates would like to hear about how I’m on the verge of throwing up at any
given moment, thanks to the scent of Mom’s perfume still wafting through the
house, even after all these months. Or maybe they want to know about how
rail-thin and frail she became at the bitter end, or how her sunken eyes
flickered with such deep apology in that very last moment, I had to turn away?
I’m sure they would all love to hear me say, “How can one person cry this many
tears without actually dying?” I’m sure they want to hear me admit, “I died
that day, too.”
Sure they do.
And so, when no
one talks to me at school, I don’t talk to them, either. It’s just that simple.
Last month, when Tiffany was absent for four straight days with a nasty case of
strep throat, I literally didn’t utter so much as a sound the entire time
(except for when I stubbed my toe on a bench in the girls’ locker room).
The whole
nobody-talks-to-Shaynee thing is fine with me, really. The thing that’s a
little bit disturbing, though, if I’m being totally honest, is that no one even
looks at me anymore. Maybe they don’t
want me to think they’re staring at me with pitying eyes. Maybe they don’t want
me to think they’re analyzing my every sigh and furrowed brow and orphaned
expression. And so they simply don’t look at me at all. I don’t mind. Mostly.
But sometimes, occasionally, if I’m being totally honest, it sucks ass.
About the AuthorHer first book is the non-fiction memoir, Rocking the Pink. Her latest is a YA-teen romance novel entitled Heart Shaped Rock, featuring a soundtrack.
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