Loud is How I Love You by Mercy Brown
One girl’s heart gets rocked to the core in the first novel in this sexy New Adult series.
Twenty-one-year-old front girl Emmylou knows that getting her band noticed in the ‘90s indie rock scene will be no easy task. She definitely knows better than to break the number one rule of the band: Don’t sleep with your bandmates! But after she ends up having the best sex of her life with her guitarist, Travis, she finds following that rule is a lot harder than it sounds.
When the band gets the gig of their dreams, making it big seems just within reach. But Emmy’s inability to keep her hands off Travis threatens everything they’ve worked for. Can Emmy find a way to break the rules and not blow the chance of a lifetime?
I found out about this book from Lauren (part of Christina Lauren), when she sent out this crazy intense email that praised this book, like I hadn’t heard anyone praise before. I wish I had saved the email for this post. But it definitely got my attention and was the main reason why it was on my Most Anticipated Books of 2016.
I have read some of Mercy’s work before she got published, and loved it. I knew she could write, but this is a new story that is more autobiographical in nature. It totally brought me back to my twenties when going to live shows was a way of life. I still love going to see a band live over a fancy meal any day.
The story is told through Emmylou’s point of view, and it is hilarious. The writing style is more conversational/ stream of conscious then diary entry. I didn’t always follow everyone’s names, especially keeping all of the bands straight. There is a lot of slang and lingo that went over my head also. BUT I still loved the characters and the storyline.
Emmylou is very emotional and self-absorbed at times, but she’s twenty one and a musician, so there’s that. Travis is pretty perfect in my eyes, and how he put up with the crap that Emmy was dishing out on a regular basis is beyond me, but that’s what happens when you fall in love with your best friend.
Chemistry is key to keeping me interested and these two people have that and so more more. The intimate scenes were so hot and intense, that you can’t help but start breathing heavy. LOL
He took a breath, locked eyes on mine and slid slowly into to me, this very sweet and total occupation. Then he covered my mouth with a deep, heartfelt kiss.
And it wasn’t everything I ever fantasized about with him. It wasn’t my dream come true. It was so much better than that.
It was a warm fire branding its light onto a cold darkness.
I forgot to mention that the main characters are intelligent, so they can do more than just play music. That is just what makes them happy. There is definitely a happy ending, but getting there was quite the journey.
Professor Cucksucker looks dubiously at me and hands me my blue book. He probably assumes I was up all night snorting lines of coke and f*cking six different guys from bad home environments, not up all night because I had to bring the rock to Baltimore and then possibly saving a trucker from dying of food poisoning on the road. I had shit to do, is what I’m saying. What did he do last night? Sleep. And what good did that put in the world? Exactly.
These exam questions are not terribly difficult, but they’re not basic, either. I have to think about them, but my thinking brain is totally wired and online from the coffee and all the crazy shit that had happened in the last twenty-four hours. I am inspired right now about life, and thinking that what makes these stories so good, so vital, is not that they are or aren’t real or relevant, but that when you read them they make you feel like you lived them. They give you an experience that you just can’t otherwise have. That’s why books like this are so powerful, why them mean something. I can’t live in Africa and experience what happens when the Christians come. I can’t be a black slave at the end of the Civil War. But I can read Beloved. F*ck, its’ the least I can do that front. Good stories do something like what good rock and roll does, they make you feel something familiar, but you feel it for a new reason. And I do recognize that listening to good rock and roll and reading good books don’t by themselves put food on the table. They don’t put a roof over your head. But they give you a reason to keep drawing air. Survival just for survival’s sake is fine if you’re a virus. A microbe. If you’re human, there should be a point to survival, and if love and art aren’t it, then I guess I don’t know what is.
For me the Pixies are where it all starts… Well, them and Radiohead.
I give this book 4 grunge rock stars, and put it on my “top shelf fantastic shelf” on Goodreads.
****I was given a ARC of this book for an honest review. Excerpts are from that version.***
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