The Truest of Words by Georgina Guthrie
With the end of term finally behind them, Aubrey and Daniel look forward to building a life together. A painful realization that they can’t truly embrace the future until they’ve come to terms with the past leads them to discover the healing potential of forgiveness and the power of unconditional love.
Like the first two books in the series, The Truest of Words is a romantic tale that blends witty banter with passion and drama.
So proud and happy that Ms GG has officially published her first book series!! We are all huge fans of her work, so it was an honor to be a part of the book blog tour for the last book, The Truest of Words.
I think that what makes this book stand out from the other books in the series is that Daniel and Aubrey don’t have to wait anymore or hide their love from anyone. While as the reader I was excited for the characters to move forward, it was funny to read that they struggled with that notion. Aubrey more than Daniel at times. All of the waiting with regards to their physical relationship is gone, so the love scenes are wonderful and flow throughout the storyline beautifully.
If you have read the other books, the past storyline focused more on Daniel’s issues. His haunted past in Oxford, his anxiety to get romantically involved with Aubrey and pleasing his father. In this last book, we get to see that Aubrey has some issues from her past that she unexpectedly is forced to face. Communication on what they are truly feeling about their own pasts isn’t something that they are great at, for a number of reasons.
We also to get to see closure for Daniel, which he very much deserves. As I was getting close to the end, I felt a little sad, because I knew that I would be saying good bye to one of my favorites couples this year. GG gives us the perfect ending though, so I know that my Sailor and Poppet are happy out there in the literary universe.
Narrowing down a favorite scene or passage was rather difficult for me, but one of things I love most about GG’s work is that I’m always learning something. Whether it is about Shakespeare of course, or a new poet or music. I always think of GG when I listen to The National. Saw them in concert myself, so it was cool to read about Aubrey going to see them play live in this last book.
I chose this scene, because we are introduced to The Gardener by Neruda, and I love that they read to each other in bed…
“Read the opening dialogue to get context”, I suggested. “We should read it out loud. You be the servant, and I’ll be the queen.”
I slapped his arm. “Don’t be an ass. You’re ruining the snuggle.”
“Sorry. Your humble servant begs your forgiveness. Please go ahead.”
“I can’t. Your line is first.”
“Oh right, so it is.” He closed his eyes and pursed his lips.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m getting into character.”
“Oh, forget it.” I laughed, moving to sit up.
“No, come back. I’m sorry. I mean it this time. Here goes.” He cleared his throat as I settled into my pillow. “Have mercy upon your servant, my queen!”
He angled the book so I could see the page. “The assembly is over and my servants are all gone. Why do you come at this late hour?”
“Huh. And here I thought I came too early.”
“Daniel, would you focus?” I laughed, redirecting his attention to the page.
He smiled, and we continued reading. When we reached the bottom of the page, I waited for him to continue, but he seemed to reading ahead, processing the next passage. When he spoke again, his voice was softer.
“Make me the gardener of your flower garden.”
“What will your duties be?”
“The service of your idle days. I will keep fresh the grassy path where you walk in the morning, where your feet will be greeted with praise at every step by the flowers eager for death.” He turned the page quickly and finished the remainder of the servant’s speech.
“What will you have for your reward?” I read.
He took my hand in his as he spoke the next passage.
“To be allowed to hold your little fists like tender lotus-buds and slip flower chains over your wrists; to tinge the soles of your feet with the red juice of ashoka petals and kiss away the speck of dust that may chance to linger there.”
“Your prayers are granted, my servant, you will be the gardner of my flower garden.” I closed the book. “Well?”
“You like it?”
“I love it. The imagery…the emotion…and this servant is my kind of guy. If only you were as accommodating as his queen.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“He says that he wants his duty to be the service of her idle days, and she agrees, just like that.” He snapped his fingers. “That’s what I want to do for you. If you’ll let me.”
Check out the other reviews of The Weight of Words and Better Deeds Than Words both here and here. Also, one lucky reader will receive all three ebooks. You just have to leave a comment. The winner will be chosen by random.org, and contacted via email. The contest ends on Thanksgiving. Good luck!!
***I was given an advanced copy of this book from the publisher for the blog tour. The excerpt is from that copy.***