- Capa comum: 370 páginas
- Editora: Atria Books (18 de março de 2014)
- Idioma: Inglês
- ISBN-10: 1476753164
- ISBN-13: 978-1476753164
- Dimensões do produto: 13,5 x 2,5 x 21 cm
- Peso de envio: 254 g
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Maybe Someday (Inglês) Capa Comum – 11 jul 2016
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TWO WEEKS EARLIER
I slide open my balcony door and step outside, thankful that the sun has already dipped behind the building next door, cooling the air to what could pass as a perfect fall temperature. Almost on cue, the sound of his guitar floats across the courtyard as I take a seat and lean back into the patio lounger. I tell Tori I come out here to get homework done, because I don’t want to admit that the guitar is the only reason I’m outside every night at eight, like clockwork.
For weeks now, the guy in the apartment across the courtyard has sat on his balcony and played for at least an hour. Every night, I sit outside and listen.
I’ve noticed a few other neighbors come out to their balconies when he’s playing, but no one is as loyal as I am. I don’t understand how someone could hear these songs and not crave them day after day. Then again, music has always been a passion of mine, so maybe I’m just a little more infatuated with his sound than other people are. I’ve played the piano for as long as I can remember, and although I’ve never shared it with anyone, I love writing music. I even switched my major to music education two years ago. My plan is to be an elementary music teacher, although if my father had his way, I’d still be prelaw.
“A life of mediocrity is a waste of a life,” he said when I informed him that I was changing my major.
A life of mediocrity. I find that more amusing than insulting, since he seems to be the most dissatisfied person I’ve ever known. And he’s a lawyer. Go figure.
One of the familiar songs ends and the guy with the guitar begins to play something he’s never played before. I’ve grown accustomed to his unofficial playlist since he seems to practice the same songs in the same order night after night. However, I’ve never heard him play this particular song before. The way he’s repeating the same chords makes me think he’s creating the song right here on the spot. I like that I’m witnessing this, especially since after only a few chords, it’s already my new favorite. All his songs sound like originals. I wonder if he performs them locally or if he just writes them for fun.
I lean forward in the chair, rest my arms on the edge of the balcony, and watch him. His balcony is directly across the courtyard, far enough away that I don’t feel weird when I watch him but close enough that I make sure I’m never watching him when Hunter’s around. I don’t think Hunter would like the fact that I’ve developed a tiny crush on this guy’s talent.
I can’t deny it, though. Anyone who watches how passionately this guy plays would crush on his talent. The way he keeps his eyes closed the entire time, focusing intently on every stroke against every guitar string. I like it best when he sits cross-legged with the guitar upright between his legs. He pulls it against his chest and plays it like a stand-up bass, keeping his eyes closed the whole time. It’s so mesmerizing to watch him that sometimes I catch myself holding my breath, and I don’t even realize I’m doing it until I’m gasping for air.
It also doesn’t help that he’s cute. At least, he seems cute from here. His light brown hair is unruly and moves with him, falling across his forehead every time he looks down at his guitar. He’s too far away to distinguish eye color or distinct features, but the details don’t matter when coupled with the passion he has for his music. There’s a confidence to him that I find compelling. I’ve always admired musicians who are able to tune out everyone and everything around them and pour all of their focus into their music. To be able to shut the world off and allow yourself to be completely swept away is something I’ve always wanted the confidence to do, but I just don’t have it.
This guy has it. He’s confident and talented. I’ve always been a sucker for musicians, but more in a fantasy way. They’re a different breed. A breed that rarely makes for good boyfriends.
He glances at me as if he can hear my thoughts, and then a slow grin appears across his face. He never once pauses the song while he continues to watch me. The eye contact makes me blush, so I drop my arms and pull my notebook back onto my lap and look down at it. I hate that he just caught me staring so hard. Not that I was doing anything wrong; it just feels odd for him to know I was watching him. I glance up again, and he’s still watching me, but he’s not smiling anymore. The way he’s staring causes my heart to speed up, so I look away and focus on my notebook.
Way to be a creeper, Sydney.
“There’s my girl,” a comforting voice says from behind me. I lean my head back and tilt my eyes upward to watch Hunter as he makes his way onto the balcony. I try to hide the fact that I’m shocked to see him, because I’m pretty sure I was supposed to remember he was coming.
On the off chance that Guitar Boy is still watching, I make it a point to seem really into Hunter’s hello kiss so that maybe I’ll seem less like a creepy stalker and more like someone just casually relaxing on her balcony. I run my hand up Hunter’s neck as he leans over the back of my chair and kisses me upside down.
“Scoot up,” Hunter says, pushing on my shoulders. I do what he asks and slide forward in the seat as he lifts his leg over the chair and slips in behind me. He pulls my back against his chest and wraps his arms around me.
My eyes betray me when the sound of the guitar stops abruptly, and I glance across the courtyard once more. Guitar Boy is eyeing us hard as he stands, then goes back inside his apartment. His expression is odd. Almost angry.
“How was school?” Hunter asks.
“Too boring to talk about. What about you? How was work?”
“Interesting,” he says, brushing my hair away from my neck with his hand. He presses his lips to my neck and kisses his way down my collarbone.
“What was so interesting?”
He tightens his hold on me, then rests his chin on my shoulder and pulls me back in the chair with him. “The oddest thing happened at lunch,” he says. “I was with one of the guys at this Italian restaurant. We were eating out on the patio, and I had just asked the waiter what he recommended for dessert, when a police car rounded the corner. They stopped right in front of the restaurant, and two officers jumped out with their guns drawn. They began barking orders toward us when our waiter mumbled, ‘Shit.’ He slowly raised his hands, and the police jumped the barrier to the patio, rushed toward him, threw him to the ground, and cuffed him right at our feet. After they read him his rights, they pulled him to his feet and escorted him toward the cop car. The waiter glanced back at me and yelled, ‘The tiramisu is really good!’ Then they put him in the car and drove away.”
I tilt my head back and look up at him. “Seriously? That really happened?”
He nods, laughing. “I swear, Syd. It was crazy.”
“Well? Did you try the tiramisu?”
“Hell, yeah, we did. It was the best tiramisu I’ve ever had.” He kisses me on the cheek and pushes me forward. “Speaking of food, I’m starving.” He stands up and holds out his hand to me. “Did you cook tonight?”
I take his hand and let him pull me up. “We just had salad, but I can make you one.”
Once we’re inside, Hunter takes a seat on the couch next to Tori. She’s got a textbook spread open across her lap as she halfheartedly focuses on both homework and TV at the same time. I take out the containers from the fridge and make his salad. I feel a little guilty that I forgot tonight was one of the nights he said he was coming. I usually have something cooked when I know he’ll be here.
We’ve been dating for almost two years now. I met him during my sophomore year in college, when he was a senior. He and Tori had been friends for years. After she moved into my dorm and we became friends, she insisted I meet him. She said we’d hit it off, and she was right. We made it official after only two dates, and things have been wonderful since.
Of course, we have our ups and downs, especially since he moved more than an hour away. When he landed the job in the accounting firm last semester, he suggested I move with him. I told him no, that I really wanted to finish my undergrad before taking such a huge step. In all honesty, I’m just scared.
The thought of moving in with him seems so final, as if I would be sealing my fate. I know that once we take that step, the next step is marriage, and then I’d be looking at never having the chance to live alone. I’ve always had a roommate, and until I can afford my own place, I’ll be sharing an apartment with Tori. I haven’t told Hunter yet, but I really want to live alone for a year. It’s something I promised myself I would do before I got married. I don’t even turn twenty-two for a couple of weeks, so it’s not as if I’m in any hurry.
I take Hunter’s food to him in the living room.
“Why do you watch this?” he says to Tori. “All these women do is talk shit about each other and flip tables.”
“That’s exactly why I watch it,” Tori says, without taking her eyes off the TV.
Hunter winks at me and takes his food, then props his feet up on the coffee table. “Thanks, babe.” He turns toward the TV and begins eating. “Can you grab me a beer?”
I nod and walk back into the kitchen. I open the refrigerator door and look on the shelf where he always keeps his extra beer. I realize as I’m staring at “his” shelf that this is probably how it begins. First, he has a shelf in the refrigerator. Then he’ll have a toothbrush in the bathroom, a drawer in my dresser, and eventually, his stuff will infiltrate mine in so many ways it’ll be impossible for me ever to be on my own.
I run my hands up my arms, rubbing away the sudden onset of discomfort washing over me. I feel as if I’m watching my future play out in front of me. I’m not so sure I like what I’m imagining.
Am I ready for this?
Am I ready for this guy to be the guy I bring dinner to every night when he gets home from work?
Am I ready to fall into this comfortable life with him? One where I teach all day and he does people’s taxes, and then we come home and I cook dinner and I “grab him beers” while he props his feet up and calls me babe, and then we go to our bed and make love at approximately nine P.M. so we won’t be tired the next day, in order to wake up and get dressed and go to work and do it all over again?
“Earth to Sydney,” Hunter says. I hear him snap his fingers twice. “Beer? Please, babe?”
I quickly grab his beer, give it to him, then head straight to my bathroom. I turn the water on in the shower, but I don’t get in. Instead, I lock the door and sink to the floor.
We have a good relationship. He’s good to me, and I know he loves me. I just don’t understand why every time I think about a future with him, it’s not an exciting thought.
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Maybe Someday tem um proposta musical, Sydney faz faculdade de música e Ridge compõe músicas para a banda de seu irmão além de tocar guitarra, mas a autora não parou ai, com uma parceria com o músico Griffin Peterson, as músicas que os personagens comporam estão presentes no livro, você clica no link no ebook e, voialà, a música começa a tocar, vale lembrar que Griffin é muito talentoso e as músicas além se terem uma letra linda, são muito bem interpretadas!
Mas apesar dessa propostas que foi amplamente divulgada pela autora, Maybe Someday não é um livro musical, a música esta presente, mas na verdade, Colleen Hoover narra uma história de amor, amor entre amigos, amor pela vida, um triângulo amoroso enfim, variadas formar de amar.
Ridge e Sydney se conhecem por serem vizinhos, existe uma ligação entre eles inegável por causa da música, todas as vezes ele pratica na varanda de casa, ela sai para estudar na varanda do apartamento dela, mas apesar de conseguir criar as melodias, Ridge não consegue compor, está passando por um bloqueio, e ele logo se surpreende quando ele vê Sydney cantando enquanto ele pratica e então ele pede para que ela o envie a letra, e apesar da relutar por não acreditar no seu pontencial, ela o faz.
Inesperadamente Sydney precisa se mudar e acaba no sofá de Ridge, ele divide o apartamento com mais seu melhor amigo e a namorada dele, mas ainda há uma quarto vago e assim os dois se aproximam ainda mais e a relação de amizade começa a se transformar em amor e através da música que eles conseguem se expressar.
Porém um triângulo amoroso logo é formado e isso impede que Sydney e Ridge concretizem os sentimentos que um sente pelo outro. Esse triângulo é formado pois Ridge ama a sua namorada, mas não é mais o amor entre homem e mulher, ao longo da narração fica claro que é quase um amor de irmãos. Acho que essa é a grande mensagem do livro, até onde você iria por amor? você conseguiria abrir mão de coisas /pessoas que você ama para não ferir alguém que você também ama? O que Ridge faz e como ele resolve essa situação, somente lendo o livro para saber!
Maybe Someday é um livro extremamente sensorial, você consegue ouvir as músicas, e em determinadas partes do livro você consegue praticamente sentir a respiração dos personagens e a vibração de suas vozes!
Colleen Hoover mais uma vez superou as expectativas, cada livro dela é melhor que o outro tanto na qualidade de escrita quanto nas histórias narradas!
A narrativa conta a estória de Sidney, uma garota de vinte e um anos que mora com sua melhor amiga Tori, estuda música e tem uma namorado que ela adora. Todos os dias, as vinte horas em ponto, ela vai para sua varanda para ouvir seu vizinho, Ridge, tocar violão. Apaixonada por música, Sidney acaba se apaixonando um pouco pelo talento de seu vizinho, que sempre parece tocar com tanta paixão e afinco.
Em seu aniversário de vinte e dois anos, Sidney se descobre parte de um terrível clichê: seu namorado a está lhe traindo com a sua melhor amiga. Completamente desolada e sem ter para onde ir ela acaba no apartamento de Ridge, que ele divide com Warren e Bridgette.
O enredo é extremamente focada na conexão entre seus protagonistas; conexão esta formada através da música. O "romance" é construído de forma lenta e intensa, o que faz com que o leitor aos poucos consiga abrir o seu coração e sua mente para aquilo que eu arrisco dizer ele normalmente não entenderia.
A estória é contada através do ponto de vista tanto de Sydney quanto de Ridge. Tenho que confessa que Hoover foi muito feliz nesta escolha, tendo em vista a natureza do relacionamento retratado. Dessa forma, conseguimos compreender o que realmente se passava na cabeça e no coração dos protagonistas e assim entender melhor o motivo de suas atitudes. Há uma tremenda tensão sexual ao redor dos personagens, mas não ao ponto de ser frustrante. De fato, não há nada de explicito na escrita de Colleen. Sua linguagem é bem sensual, e ela fará você se arrepiar com apenas uma trocar de olhar, as batidas do coração e um simples toque.
Durante o curso da estória somos levados a não julgar as pessoas e a acreditar que às vezes certas obrigações têm prioridade sobre o amor – por mais sangue frio que isto possa soar. Se eu acredito que uma pessoa possa amar duas ao mesmo tempo? Não, definitivamente não. Mas, eu acredito que o nosso coração não escolhe de quem gostar e que não há maneira certa ou errada de se apaixonar - as vezes acontece.
Creio que estou sendo um tanto quanto vaga nesta resenha e propositalmente deixando importantes fatos de fora, mas é difícil entrar a fundo na trama sem estragar alguma coisa para os leitores. O que eu posso dizer é que Maybe Someday é realmente original, único e imprevisível. Ele trata sobre música, amizade, lealdade e aceitação. Sinceramente, não consigo me lembrar de um enredo semelhante a este. Como sempre a escrita de Colleen Hoover tem uma qualidade poética que nos cativa e eu pessoalmente me encontrei completamente imersa na leitura após as primeiras linhas. Definitivamente recomendado!
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