Title: Summer of Seventeen
Author: Jane Harvey-Berrick
Publication Date: September 22, 2014
It was supposed to be the endless summer of sand, sea, and surf.
Supposed to be.
But Nick Andrews life is crashing out of control. His girlfriend and his best friend have declared war, his sister’s constant interference in his life is driving him insane, and there are money problems that won’t go away.
Being seventeen isn’t supposed to be this hard.
When cool surfer Marcus arrives in town, Nick sees that there are easier ways to live. But with his life falling to pieces around him, it’s hard to know who to trust.
As the scorching heat of summer grows, events begin to unravel, reaching a shattering conclusion—and a summer he’ll never forget.
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Meagan’s 5 Star Review
This book is totally different from anything Jane Harvy-Berrick has ever written. It’s not a romance. There’s a romance in the story, but the story isn’t a romance. It’s a stunning coming-of-age story that will rip you apart.
Nick’s life is one long series of miserable moments. His mother has recently died, his sister can’t stand him, his best friend is changing for the worse, and his girlfriend’s parents hate him.
Sometimes I really thought God hated me. It was mutual.
At seventeen Nick’s world is changing in unimaginable ways. But even though he should be torn apart, he’s standing, struggling to survive. This isn’t a sob story. Nick is strong in ways I couldn’t fathom. He isn’t overly opportunistic, but he isn’t lamenting over what his life could have been either. He’s just a seventeen-year-old kid who’s been dealt a shitty hand and is dealing with it the best he can.
Nick’s no longer a child, but he’s not an adult either. The amount of emotions he has to deal with in one summer would be overwhelming to anyone, let alone a seventeen-year-old. Guilt, wonder, heartbreak, anger, frustration, despair, first love; each emotion shapes him, changes him until at the end of the summer he’s something different.
Jane Harvey-Berrick overwhelmed me with emotions. She manipulates words in a way that completely captures the characters feelings. The prose and emotion connect in a way that is astounding. It’s like she gave me words to express what I was feeling even before I understood what I was trying to say.
Give me a lifetime of feeling this. Give me now and then and soon and when, and give me a future, give me life, give me hope.
Every scene of this story had purpose. Death, life, anguish, and redemption, it all collided into one summer that shaped Nick at his core. Good or bad, each event made him into something stronger, even if he had to fight and crawl to get there. I can’t say enough about this book. There were times it hurt so much to continue reading I though I would break, but then there were moments where the story was so beautiful you wanted to grab hold and never let it go. If you want to hope and cry and feel and fall on your knees because you’re so happy to be alive, then read this book. It’s beautiful in ways you can’t imagine.
So I stare down and the memories rush back. Good, good times. Bad times. Worse times. And I remember.
“You have a great ass,” she whispered.
“It’s all yours,” I challenged her. “You only gotta ask.”
“Maybe I won’t ask; maybe I’ll just grab a hold,” she laughed.
“Fine by me.”
As the trees thinned out, I could see people already laying out beach towels, and a couple of guys throwing a football. Some of them I knew, but there were several I didn’t. I thought maybe they went to Viera or Rockledge schools.
Yansi laid out two towels for us while Megan took charge of the food and Esther was eye-fucking one of the guys playing football.
I tugged off my t-shirt and plopped down next to Yansi. She was wearing some real short cut-off jeans that showed her butt cheeks, and a tank top that was cropped above her belly button. She looked incredible.
“How come you were allowed to leave the house like that?” I teased.
She smirked at me and pointed to her sweater.
“I tied this around my waist. Papi couldn’t tell the difference.”
“And your mom?”
Yansi laughed. “She just shook her head and said to tell you hi.”
About the Author
I started writing contemporary romance two years ago. Before that, I didn’t think I could write a sex scene. Turns out I can!My lucky number is 13 because I was born on the 13th and live near a haunted castle by the ocean. My number one past-time is watching hot surfers get changed into (and out of) their wetsuits.My husband doesn’t read my books. My mother does.Writing is my love, my hobby, my total addiction. All my characters are important to me and whisper their stories, even when I’ve finished writing their books. That’s why you’ll often find bonus chapters/out-takes from various books, because those voices just won’t be quiet.