Making Faces by Amy Harmon
I almost skipped this book because some reviews said the romance didn’t start until the middle of the book. For me this wasn’t a book about romance, it was more about friendship and boy, how i loved Bailey, Fern and Ambrose. Bailey had a disease called muscular dystrophy and became wheelchair-bound at an early age. It’s interesting despite his disability he had such a big view of the world. In some ways this book was personal because it reminded me of my own brother who doctors said wouldn’t live past three months when he was born. He lived until he was 26—he was wheelchair-bound all his life but like Bailey, he had so much wisdom and he was a hero to me.
Anyway, back to the book—from the blurb, Ambrose comes home from war horribly disfigured and suffering an emotional turmoil of losing all his friends—friends whom he had convinced to sign up to join the Army. How Fern and Bailey draws him out of his survivor’s guilt becomes a strong part of the plot. I loved it when Bailey faced Ambrose and called him on his bullshit of self-pity. The development of the romance between Ambrose and Fern was very sweet. The insecurity of Ambrose that Fern loved him only because she wanted to take care of him like she did for Bailey was kind of heartbreaking. And though it’s an overused cliche, real beauty is what’s on the inside is a recurring theme throughout the story. There were no hot sex scenes and I was fine with that although I did ugly-cry my way through the last 15% of the book.
In the end, one realizes that “there isn’t heartache if there hasn’t been joy.” One wouldn’t “feel loss if there hadn’t been love.” Would one rather not have pain than never have known that person one loved and lost?
The epilogue was short, but darn did I go for the tissue all over again.