Published by Spencer Hill Press on October 20, 2013
Genre: Young Adult
Challenge Theme: A book you meant to read in 2017 but didn’t get to
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Ambrose Young was beautiful. He was tall and muscular, with hair that touched his shoulders and eyes that burned right through you. The kind of beautiful that graced the covers of romance novels, and Fern Taylor would know. She’d been reading them since she was thirteen. But maybe because he was so beautiful he was never someone Fern thought she could have…until he wasn’t beautiful anymore.
Making Faces is the story of a small town where five young men go off to war, and only one comes back. It is the story of loss. Collective loss, individual loss, loss of beauty, loss of life, loss of identity. It is the tale of one girl’s love for a broken boy, and a wounded warrior’s love for an unremarkable girl. This is a story of friendship that overcomes heartache, heroism that defies the common definitions, and a modern tale of Beauty and the Beast where we discover that there is little beauty and a little beast in all of us.
I am so in love with this book! I am realizing that it is very hard to review a book you love so much. I finished this book 4 days ago (with only taking one day to read it) and every time I go to review it I just can’t put anything into words. This book made me feel all the feels. I literally felt every emotion possible while reading this book. I have not cried so much or so hard while reading another book in my life! I would give this more than 5 stars if that was an option. It was one of those books that as I read the last line, I closed it, held it close to my heart and just sighed with a smile on my face. About 10 minutes later I got up to go tell my husband I was done reading and was about to cook dinner and as soon as I went to speak I started bawling. He must have thought I was crazy. He isn’t a reader so he doesn’t get it, hehe. Anything I say won’t do the book justice so I am not even going to try and get more detailed than what I have already written. Do yourself a favor and read this book. I own a copy so I will be happy to loan it out.
This is the second book by Amy I have read this year and both were phenomenal. I now have a new author on my favorites list with Amy. I can’t wait to read her other books!
“Everybody is a main character to someone. There are no minor characters.”
“Books allow you to be whoever you want to be, to escape yourself for a while.”
“It’s hard to come to terms with the fact that you aren’t going to be loved the way you want to be loved.”
“There are times when you just need to acknowledge the shit … You just need to acknowledge it. Face the shit … Accept the truth in it. Own it, wallow in it, become one with the shit.”
“Nobody or Nowhere? Fern: I’d rather be nobody at home than somebody somewhere else.
Ambrose: I’d rather be nowhere. Being nobody when you’re expected to be somebody gets old.
Fern: How would you know? Have you been nobody?
Ambrose: Everybody who is somebody becomes nobody the moment they fail.”
“I don’t think we get answers to every question. We don’t get all the whys. But I think when we look back to the end of our lives, if we do the best we can, and we will see that the things we begged God to take from us, the things we cursed him for, the things that made us turn our backs on him, are the things that were the biggest blessings, the biggest opportunities for growth.”
“There’s a lot I don’t understand… but not understanding is better than not believing”
“Because terrible things happen to everyone, Brosey. We’re all just so caught up in our own crap that we don’t see the shit everyone else is wading through.”
“Maybe we just don’t recognize the blessings that come as a result of terrible things.”
“The real thing, when done right, is always better than a daydream.”
“This last year I’ve felt like one of those snowflakes we used to make in school. The ones where you fold the paper a certain way and then keep cutting and cutting until the paper is shredded. That’s what I look like, a paper snowflake. And each hole has a name. And nobody, not you, not me, can fill the holes that someone else has left. All we can do is keep each other from falling in the holes and never coming out again.”
“I want your body. I want your mouth. I want your red hair in my hands. I want your laugh and your funny faces. I want your friendship and your inspirational thoughts. I want Shakespeare and Amber Rose novels … And I want you to come with me when I go.”
“And so we endure. We have faith that there is purpose. We hope for things we can’t see. We believe that there are lessons in loss, power in love, and that we have within us the potential for a beauty so magnificent that our bodies can’t contain it.”
“If God made all our faces, did he laugh when he made me?
Does he make the legs that cannot walk and eyes that cannot see?
Does he curl the hair upon my head ’til it rebels in wild defiance?
Does he close the ears of a deaf man to make him more reliant?
Is the way I look a coincidence or just a twist of fate?
If he made me this way, is it okay, to blame him for the things I hate?
For the flaws that seem to worsen every time I see a mirror,For the ugliness I see in me, for the loathing and the fear.
Does he sculpt us for his pleasure, for a reason I can’t see?
If God makes all our faces, did he laugh when he made me?”