chelsea-fine

Love.
Not the kind you see in the movies or hear about on the radio.
The real kind.
The kind that gets beaten down and bloody, yet perseveres.
The kind that hopes even when hope seems foolish.
The kind that can forgives. The kind that believes in healing.
The kind that can sit in silence and feel renewed.
The real kind of love.
It’s rare and we have it…
—  Chelsea Fine, Sophie & Carter
Love.
Not the kind you see in the movies or hear about on the radio.
The real kind.
The kind that gets beaten down and bloody, yet perseveres.
The kind that hopes even when hope seems foolish.
The kind that can forgive. The kind that believes in healing.
The kind that can sit in silence and feel renewed.
The real kind of love.
It’s rare and we have it.
—  Sophie & Carter, Chelsea Fine
  • Nate:What about you? What will you do once the fountain makes you mortal and you only have one life left to live?
  • Scarlet:If had only one life to live... I already had my one life to live in the 1500s when I was mortal and poor and surrounded by love. That was my life and it was beautiful.
  • Nate:Way to raise the bar on the friendly fireside question, Scarlet. How is anyone supposed to follow that?... What about you, Tristan? What would you do with one mortal life left to live?
  • Tristan:Marry Scarlet.
  • Nate:Does anyone else feel like we're in a scary movie? Perhaps one in which all the main characters die?
  • Scarlet:I'm sure the storm just knocked out the power, that's all.
  • Nate:Yeah. That's what all the main characters say right before they die.
  • Gabriel:Nate. You're immortal. You can't die.
  • Nate:But I can still feel pain!
  • Heather:I'm not immortal. I'm totally killable. And I'm blonde. Blondes always die first.
HOW TO READ LIKE A WRITER by Chelsea Fine

I’m a writer for many reasons that I could skew to sound poetic, but really, I’m a writer because I’m a reader. The two go hand-in-hand.

But as a writer, there are certain things I find difficult to execute in my storytelling so, as a reader, I hunt those things down and dissect them. Because I want to LEARN.

Let’s get one thing straight, though. I couldn’t care less about grammatical mistakes. Obviously I “care” (mostly because my editor cares) but I don’t look for, or get hung up on, grammatical mistakes in books. I read for the storytelling and not the technical execution. But that’s an entirely different post. ;)

What I look for in books are the “ahh” moments. You know how sometimes you’ll read a passage that is so moving you don’t notice how your mouth has fallen open while reading? I never used to pay attention to those moments, but now I stop. I highlight. I reread. I ABSORB how the author made me experience that moment. Because it’s an art. Here are my favorites:

Laughing in Bed
If I laugh out loud while reading (which is usually around 2am because I only read at ungodly hours), I stop myself and read through the passage again. Written comedy is tricky. It’s all about pacing and word choice and it always runs the risk of being cheesy. So when I laugh so hard I snort, I stop and analyze how the author set up that passage and how they managed to do it without sounding ridiculous.

Crying until my face hurts
If I cry–oh man, if I CRY–I scrutinize the chapter. What was written leading up to that moment that made me care? What words were used that made the first tear fall? What lines would I highlight? Sometimes, it’s all about one-liners. I’m not talking about zingers and punch lines (although, those are fun). I’m talking about single sentences that say something real and heavy and take your breath away. Those are gold and I want to learn how to write them.

Am I blushing? Awesome!
There is a fine line between SWEET and SENSUAL and that line is all in the words. When an author can describe a guy’s fingertips brushing over a girl’s jaw and turn me on, then I know I’ve found a winner. Because fingertips on a jaw line can go several ways. Are his hands calloused? Are they freezing cold? Are they covered in pancake syrup? These are important details. Pancake syrup fingertips are not as sexy as warm fingertips brushing soft as a feather against that sensitive spot just below the ear. Sexual tension, folks. I read it. I absorb it. And I learn from it. Sometimes in more ways than one. ;)

Between the Lines
The last thing I pay close attention to is what ISN’T written. Passages that say a lot using only a few words always impress me. I know this seems backwards, because I’m a writer and, by definition, words are what I do. But I want to be deliberate with my words. A writer can spend five paragraphs setting up a scene filled with angst where their character struggles with making a choice between right and wrong. OR… they could just write, “Screw right and wrong. Some things just ARE. And those are the things you don’t question.” It’s to the point without losing the integrity of the idea. Some writers are really great at this. Someday, I hope to be one of those writers.

So that’s how I read. I read to laugh, cry, respond, and be moved. But mostly, I read to learn. And for me, that’s what reading like a writer is all about. :)

AP SAYS: This is our last week in our summer guest post series! (Booooo, I know!) so, we decided to give you a choice in your giveaway goodies. Plus, we couldn’t decide WhICH Chelsea title to give you, so you have to choose. Enter via the Rafflecopter and THANK YOU, THANK YOU for following along this summer. We’re hoping to share a few more posts over the fall/winter so keep an eye out for those. This summer was so much fun with all these authors hanging around the blog!

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Love.
Not the kind you see in the movies or hear about on the radio.
The real kind.
The kind that gets beaten down and bloody, yet perseveres.
The kind that hopes even when hope seems foolish.
The kind that can forgives. The kind that believes in healing.
The kind that can sit in silence and feel renewed.
The real kind of love.
It’s rare and we have it..
—  Chelsea Fine

“glad you used the Zelda sword instead of the Thor hammer the other night. Trying to kill an Ashman with a plastic hammer would have been exhausting.” - Gabriel 

  - Awry (The Archers of Avalon, Book Two) 

Just when i thought i couldn’t love nate anymore… I find out he has Zelda’s sword and Thor’s hammer and uses them as weapons.. Plus Star Wars bed sheets lol i can’t deal with him in all his nerdy glory.

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(The Archers of Avalon)

by Chelsea Fine 

Anew: Two years ago, Scarlet awoke in the forest alone, afraid, and unable to remember anything. Lost and confused, her life was a mystery…until she met a boy with a familiar voice. Gabriel Archer has a voice from her past, and Scarlet’s determined to remember why. She immerses herself in his life only to discover he has a brother he’s kept hidden from her: Tristan Archer. Upon meeting Tristan, Scarlet’s world becomes even more muddled. While she’s instinctively drawn to Gabriel, she’s impossibly drawn to Tristan–and confused out of her mind. As she tries to piece together her history Scarlet realizes her past…might just be the death of her.

Awry: Sometimes love is meant to be. But sometimes…love is the death of you….

Seventeen-year-old Scarlet has just died. Only, dying isn’t unusual for a girl under a centuries old curse that left her semi-immortal. This time, though, she comes back to her current life instead of awaking in a new one, and she realizes the curse is changing. Together with the immortal Archer brothers, Scarlet must piece together her life and try to break the curse before her impending death comes again

Avow:Scarlet remembers. Everything. Her past lives, Tristan, Gabriel, Nate: she remembers it all–including how to get to the Fountain of Youth. But time is running out. Heather and Gabriel have been kidnapped by Raven, while the curse that has plagued Scarlet and Tristan for centuries has shifted, putting the star-crossed lovers in more danger than ever before. Water from the Fountain of Youth is the only thing that can save Scarlet and her loved ones. But the water comes at a price. With lives–and hearts–at stake, Scarlet leads her friends on a dangerous journey to the Fountain of Youth. Where eternal life is possible, but death is certain.

I’ve recently got a kindle, and I love getting things cheap, so when I came across Avow at 77p, I thought why not?

I was actually really impressed with the series. I’m not a massive fan of love triangles as they tend to frustrate me - seriously, just pick one! However, I didn’t have that feeling with this book because of the nature of the love triangle. I thought the nature of forbidden love was very interesting, and not something i’ve come across before, and it was done really well.

The writing in this series wasn’t the best i’ve seen, but it did get progressively better throughout the series. The characters were well likeable and very developed, especially Tristan.  

I loved the flashbacks in the second and third book, it was done extremely well and it was nice to get a backstory, however, it was essential to full understand the plot. The ending was sad, but necessary and completely unexpected. However, there is happy endings, just not for everyone. 

It was a great ending to a great series. Its worth a read!

MY RATING: ★★★★★