News: Cover Reveal, Flat-Out Celeste di Jessica Park

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Cover Reveal di Flat-Out Celeste di Jessica Park, il richiestissimo seguito di Flat-Out Love e Flat-Out Matt!
Amo il Romance e amo ancora di più le storie dolci e romantiche come quelle raccontate dalla bravissima autrice self-published Jessica Park che ci delizierà con un suo nuovo romanzo prima della fine di questo mese.
Richiesto da molti fans era la volontà di leggere un intero romanzo dedicato alla figura eccentrica e diversa di Celeste, la sorellina di Matt, protagonista maschile di Flat-Out Love.
Flat-Out Love è uno dei New Adult più belli che abbia mai letto, unico nel suo genere, che mi ha consacrato ad amare questo genere di libri e credetemi se vi dico che questa autrice sa quello che fa! Libri che sfidano le convenzioni, che colpiscono al cuore e che difficilmente lasciano il lettore, ed ad ogni sua nuova release faccio i salti mortali dalla gioia di cimentarvi in un nuovo, sicurissimo capolavoro!
Jessica Park, autrice autopubblicata, grande amica del trio di autrici che adoro, Abbi Glines, Jamie McGuire e Colleen Hoover, presenta il suo nuovo libro in uscita nell'ultima settimana di Maggio (purtroppo non si conosce ancora il mese esatto)
Questa la fantastica Cover

Chiunque sia stato affascinato da Celeste in Flat-Out love o la stanno incontrando per la prima volta, questo libro è una gioiosa celebrazione delle differenze, nel fronteggiare le guerre private che avvengono nelle nostre menti e nei nostri cuori, ed è – molto – una storia sul primo amore.
Per la studentessa dell'ultimo anno di liceo Celeste Watkins, ogni giorno è un brutale test di coraggio. E Celeste è spaventata. Alienta perchè è troppo intelligente, il suo modo di parlare troppo ricercato, le sue competenze sociali troppo lontane dalla norma, sembra non avere altra scelta che ritirarsi in isolamento.
Ma il College potrebbe liberarla, giusto? Se riuscisse a superare estenuante ultimo anno, allora forse. Se riuscisse a trovare quell'unica persona che le lanciasse un salvagente, allora forse, solo forse.
Justin Milano, uno studente al secondo anno di College con la sua dose di stranezze, potrebbe essere la persona a tirarla fuori da un mondo di solitudine. Salvarla – esatto, se lei glielo permettesse.
Insieme, potrebbero funzionare, insieme, potrebbero salvarsi a vicenda, ed insieme potrebbero salvare anche un'altra coppia – due persone che Celeste sa che sono assolutamente, positivamente innamorate senza mezzi termini.

Non occorre che vi dica che vorrei leggere questo libro in questo preciso istante, vero?

• Qui un piccolo estratto (che mi proporrò di tradurre al più presto!)

There was a knock at the door and Matt leaned in, swinging a brown paper bag in her direction. “I heard Mom made stuffed peppers tonight. Last time she made those, I nearly died from flatulence. I assume she stuffed them with her usual repulsive ground chicken, quinoa, Brussels sprouts, and pomegranate seed mix?”
Just the sound of Matt’s voice made Celeste relax. She smiled at him. “Based on the smell, I believe you’re right.”
“So you didn’t eat then? I was right!” Matt flopped onto her bed and lay down, his long body scrunching up the neat white comforter that she spent ten minutes arranging before she’d gone to school this morning. “I thought I’d take a break from studying and bring you something edible.”
“It smells like a burger from Mr. Bartley’s,” she said as she got up and took a seat next to Matt. “Hand it over, thoughtful brother.”
He tightened a hand around the top of the bag. “You have to guess which kind I brought you first.”
“How am I supposed to know?”
“Close your eyes.”
She did as instructed and felt him move the bag under her nose. Sweet, spicy... a bit garlicky. “Aha! Boursin cheese and bacon! The Mark Zuckerberg burger!”
“And sweet potato fries and a bottle of iced tea, but you win. A burger named after ‘the richest geek in America,’ as the restaurant calls him.”
“You will be the richest geek in America after you finish your Ph.D. Program,”  Celeste said through a mouthful of fries.
“If M.I.T. doesn’t land me in a psych unit first.”
“You only have this year left to endure. And you will hardly find yourself in need of psychiatric care, Matthew. You are doing stupendously.”
“I’m scraping by.” Matt reached into the bag and grabbed a handful of fries and opened her iced tea.
“You are not ‘scraping by.’ You are assistant teaching classes, excelling in your own, and in all ways performing to standards that exceed even the high ones our mother set for you.” She frowned as he chewed on the fries. “Did you not eat?”
“I did. A Big Papi burger and a Fiscal Cliff. But you can never have enough sweet potato fries.”
“I have a finite amount of my own from which you are stealing. But I shall not complain because this was very kind of you.”
Matt chewed and studied her. “Are you okay?”
“Why do you ask?”
“No contractions. When you’re stressed out, they disappear.”
“I know. But most days I do not care to use them. If it is an effort, then I do not push.”
“Okay. I get it.” He chewed for a minute. “I heard your presentation went well. Did your friends like it?”
“It went marvelously. My friend Dallas took me aside to share quite the flow of compliments.”
“That’s great, Celeste.” He was downing half her iced tea.
“And then I bitch slapped her.”
Matt choked on the drink and desperately tried to clear his airway. “I’m sorry. You did what?”
She cocked her head. “I bitch slapped her.”
“That... that can’t be right,” he sputtered. “I mean, I hope it’s not.”
“I slapped my hand against her hand. Up in the air.” She looked at Matt blankly. “Is that not the right term?”
“Thank God, no, it’s not. I think you mean a high-five.”
“If you say so. Well, either way, it happened. You know I have trouble with colloquialisms, so I resent your shocked reaction.”
“I do know that about you, and I apologize.”
“Since we are on the subject, there is something else I would like for you to clarify.”
“Shoot.”
“What is meant by ‘nut bag’? Is that a testicular reference or merely the identification of a satchel of cashews or pecans?”
Matt groaned. “This conversation has gotten really weird. Could we just talk about— Wait a minute. Why are you asking me this? Did someone say that to you?” He looked angry.
Celeste picked at her fry. “No. Certainly not. I heard the term and had a natural curiosity.”
“Okay then...” Her brother crumpled up the paper bag and then smoothed it out in his hands. Then crumpled it again. “It’s the same as ‘nuts.’ You know, crazy.”
“Thank you for the definition.” She took the last bite of her burger and wiped her hands on one of the paper napkins. It shouldn’t matter what her classmates thought of her. Celeste would just be strong about this. She would move on.
Questa serie New Adult è composta, come vi dicevo da:

Flat-Out Love #1 (qui la mia recensione) Flat-Out Matt #1.5 Flat-Out Celeste #2 (release ultima settimana di Maggio)
Con questo è tutto!
- A presto Susi