Book – Code Yellow (Heroes at Heart #3)
Author – Susan Laine
Star rating - ★★★★☆
No. of Pages – 79
Cover – Nice and simple, but makes me think of a funeral
POV – 1st person, past tense, 1 character POV
Would I read it again – Maybe.
Genre – LGBT, Contemporary, College
** I WAS GIVEN THIS BOOK, BY THE AUTHOR, IN RETURN FOR AN HONEST REVIEW **
Reviewed for Divine Magazine
This one returned to the essence of book 1, for me. It went back to the time when Yancy was the only thing between Curt and his dark thoughts. When each other was the only thing keeping them together and sane.
There were a lot more heart-warming, sad, and funny moments in this story than in the previous book. For me, that's what saved it. It dragged on just a little in the middle and at the end, when everything seemed resolved and there wasn't much else that needed to be told. Unlike the other stories, this one also took up the full set of pages, apart from the first 10% of advertising.
If possible, this story could have been a little shorter, but overall it worked.
The characters were just as sweet and interesting, depressed and lonely as the first book. While Reggie and Dylan added some much needed comic relief, every now and then. Their bromance equally the sweet moments of Yancy and Curt's romance until it was hard to tell which pair were the couple.
Again, I'm not sure there's scope for more, but I'm told there will be another story. Only time will tell whether it's needed or not.
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Though this is an unformatted ARC, I was miffed to see that there was 10% of “promotional material” for As Good as Gold at the beginning. I can only assume this is an excerpt from the next book? Either way, it's unwanted. Unless it's a Prologue, there shouldn't be anything in front of Chapter 1 except maybe copyright info, a blurb or a contents page. If it definitely is about the next book in the series, I can't understand why it's at the front, before I've even read book 3.
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Favourite Quote
“My jaw trembled, and my vision blurred with tears as I made my way to the one place where I could close the door, cry, and shatter to pieces in private.
“Wait.””