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Title: Just Remember to Breathe
Author- Charles Sheehan-Miles
Stand Alone
Format- epub
Publisher- Cincinnatus Press
Release Date- November 12th 2012
Pages-364
Source- Enchanted Book Promotions

Overview: 
Alex never really got over her ex Dylan after he broke her heart so when he shows up out of the blue at her university she doesn't know whether to cry or scream. She had fallen head over heels for Dylan in another country, another world... another time. They struggled with a long distance relationship but nothing could have prepared her for Dylan's sudden removal from her life with no explanation.

After Dylan comes back from Afghanistan he must still face a war on his home ground - with himself. His guilt for surviving a roadside bombing while his friend was killed causes him to stray away from people he thinks he might hurt. After all it is his fault his friend died. So he suffers alone with only his crippled leg and messed up memory to keep him company. Then he sees her. Alex. The girl who made his heart come alive like never before but who also shattered it completely when she broke it off with him.

Now they are stuck in a work study while going to the same school. They try to resist their attraction to one another but can't seem to stop talking, going places together, or letting each other become closer together. Most of all they keep on breaking their own rules. Rules that would definitely advise against sneaking longing looks at each other and talking about the past, mostly about how they are still deeply in love with each other.

Review:
I haven't read any adult books lately so this book was a treat for me although you could consider it young adult for the older people of that category. Alex goes to an Ivy League which her overbearing parents are just thrilled about. Her parents are very uppity and stress manners. Their the highbrow type of people who look down at you because you don't make six figures. At least that's the impression I got of them. So how did Alex end up after a childhood and teenage life with them? She ended up always staying in the lines her parents set out for her. So falling in love with a poor boy with a messed up family life wouldn't settle right with the parents but you can't just choose the people you fall in love with.

Alex happened to be my one major problem with this book. Most of the time towards the beginning I couldn't stand her. She even knew she was acting like a witch. She would accuse Dylan of coming to her school because he wanted her back like she was all that. She really frustrated me to the point that I didn't think I would end up liking her at all BUT further into the book my opinion changed. When she became less irate about everything I saw her point of view. She actually works well with Dylan and has her own struggles she has to deal with in the book. By the end I have a completely different outlook on her personality. She is stronger than I could have ever realized.

I NEVER read books about the war or 9/11. I don't like to read about real life events. I prefer to be in my imagination world. Just Remember to Breathe provided a happy medium. I was able to get this soldier who I really cared for because of what his family like was before and his pain in the present. I usually like the guys better in stories. Girls are usually portrayed as too emotional so no wonder. Dylan is the type of guy you want to try to help but also admire. The war part of his life made me grow closer to him rather than farther away like I think it would have before which resulted in me really liking the story.

I couldn't help feeling sorry for Dylan because he blamed everything on himself. He always thought he wasn't good enough for Alex and I couldn't believe him. Just because you have less money means nothing! If you can build yourself up the way he did and get into a really good university while having the character he has, that's what I respect more. I'm not going to respect a person who has it all right there in their fingertips (Alex was actually hardworking and got to where she was on her own merit). I am going to respect a person more that struggled all throughout life and still came out okay. I would have been intimidated if I was like Alex and not the other way around because he was such a success in his own right.

There was such loyalty from both sides of their friends. Alex had a roommate who always talked like there was loud music on. I could understand Alex's frustration with her because I wouldn't be able to deal with that screechy cheery voice all the time but Kelly proved to be a great friend. She was always there for Alex and would hurt anyone who tried to hurt her. Dylan also had a friend later in the game. A person's who's personality you would think would be like a jock - arrogant and selfish. His friend actually just had a big personality and was always concerned for Dylan like he was his brother. I love that there are always friends around in books that you can't help but liking as much or maybe even more than the main characters. It's nice to know that there is somewhere where not everyone would stab you in the back. There are actual caring people in the world whether they be a screechy roommate or a massively tall soldier.

I must talk about the romance. It's a New Adult Romance book so it's a topic that must be addressed  It seemed plainly obvious that they wanted to get back together. Without realizing it they just slipped back into being a couple. It was pretty romantic how they met and came back together after all that time. So different than those teenagers from before. Dylan had dropped out of school, he had gone to the army, and he had lost some friends. Alex grew distant when it came to getting a relationship. They both changed so much and when they met again they had to discover new things about each other but they still had that spark that could never go away with time. There is one adult moment but other than that I thought all together the author did a good job in never overwhelming me with a bunch of make out sessions that I definitely don't want to read about which I'm grateful for. They both whether they liked it or not needed each other and wanted each other. They could be stubborn and they could be passionate about their love. Just Remember to Breathe ended up being a wonderful read that inadvertently gave me a new respect for our soldiers.

About the Author


"I’m a forty-ish writer of several novels including Republic, Insurgent, Prayer at Rumayla and Just Remember to Breathe.  I’ve got a few short stories and two non-fiction books out there as well.
My background: I spent some time traveling the Middle East on my own in the late nineteen eighties, then went back courtesy of the United States Army as a tank crewman during the 1991 Gulf War.  After that I spent most of the next two decades pursuing dual careers: nonprofit activist and information technology professional. Eventually the two combined: from 2003 until 2009 I was completely in the nonprofit sector, served as executive director of two nonprofits and director of IT of a third.
Unfortunately, when the 2008 economic crash hit, it took my career with it. For several years I had to retool, and managed restaurants in the Atlanta area. Recently I found my way back into my chosen career: I work in veterans outreach and public affairs for a law firm which represents disabled veterans. In my free time I write books, this blog, play with the kids, and generally try to make it through life doing as much good as possible."


Book Excerpt


While we waited for the wagon train to pull up with his breakfast, I asked him, “So, um… I know this is weird, but other than Doctor Forrester’s work, I don’t really know much about what you’re doing these days.”
He leaned back and looked me in the eyes, an odd smile on his face. “That’s a pretty open-ended question,” he replied.
Oh, wow. That was exactly what I’d said to him on an airplane a lifetime ago. “You remember that?”
“I’d answer that, but I don’t want to break the rules.”
“Very funny,” I said, wrinkling my nose at him.
He grinned, and said, “All right, fair enough. You go first.”
“What?”
“I won’t say if I remember it or not. But you get to ask the first question.”
I laughed and shook my head. “All right. I guess I let myself in for that one. Why exactly did you pick Columbia University of all places?”
He shrugged. “Believe it or not, Columbia has really active outreach to vets. One of the recruitment guys found me in a hospital room at Walter Reed back in March. The rest is history.”
At this point he was leaning back in his chair, one arm resting on the empty seat next to him. I leaned back in mine as well, stretching my feet across underneath the table and letting them sit on the empty chair.
“Your turn,” I said.
He looked at me, and I blushed a little, looked down at the table.
“So, last winter you were trying to decide what to write for your final paper. What did you end up settling on?”
I took a deep breath, and looked up at him. “I can’t believe you remember that. I mean… you were in the middle of a war, and getting shot at and blown up and hospitalized, and you remember me agonizing over my paper?”
A sideways smile, and he replied, “I’m the one asking the question right now.”
I rolled my eyes. “Okay. I ended up doing a paper on the legal defenses for rape in the nineteenth century in the United States.”
“Wow,” he said. “That’s fantastic. I’d love to read it sometime. I probably wouldn’t understand word one of the legal stuff, but I’m interested anyway.”
“Don’t knock yourself, Dylan. You may come from a different background than me, but you’re a smart guy.”
“Not anymore,” he said, grimacing and tapping on his forehead.
I grimaced, thinking with regret that I wished he’d stop beating up on himself, and said, “My turn?”
He nodded.
I thought. There was so much I wanted to know. And most of it skirted too close to the topics we avoided, too much of it broke the rules, too much of it simply led to heartache. Finally, I said, “What was the best thing you saw in Afghanistan? I know there was horror, and war. But were there moments of … I don’t know… grace?”
He swallowed, and nodded once. I was astonished to see his eyes start to water.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to —“
He held up a hand, saying stop. “It’s okay.” He took a deep breath, then said, “Okay. So, we’re out there in the boonies. And I mean… way out there. Little village in the middle of nowhere called Dega Payan. It’s way up in the mountains, and until a couple years ago, there wasn’t even much of a road to connect them to anything. It was like a five hour drive to get anywhere.”
“So, one day we’re there. Helping distribute food, there’s UN workers, and we’re trying to make a nice impression and all that. And there’s this little girl, standing there watching us. I guess she was … about twelve maybe? I could picture her in middle school, if they allowed her to go to school, which they probably don’t. Anyway, she was smiling, and joking around. Kowalski… he was from Nevada. Also from the middle of nowhere, go figure. Kowalski gives her a candy bar, and she hugs him. And then he turns to come back to us, and we hear a clink sound. Everybody panics, and I look down, and see the grenade. Someone threw it from the crowd, and it landed right at the little girl’s feet.”
Oh, my God. All I could think was, this was his moment of grace? His good thing that happened?
His eyes were really red now, and his face twisted a little as he said, “So, anyway, Kowalski… he threw himself on the grenade. He hugged it, with his back to the little girl. And it went off, and … he was just … shredded. Killed instantly. And you know… that little girl… she didn’t get touched. Not even a drop of blood. He saw that little girl, and just … threw his life away to save her.”
I shook my head, and even though he couldn’t cry, I started to. I couldn’t help myself. Because when he was telling that story, it was like I could see into his soul, and oh, God, did that hurt.
“I’m so sorry,” I said. “I’m sorry I asked. I’m so sorry that happened.”
“No,” he said, shaking his head. “Don’t be. Don’t you get it? Can you imagine the … the heroism? That’s what grace is all about. He didn’t even think for one second about himself. All he thought about was that little girl, and saving her life.”
I sniffled. “Okay, new rule. If I’m about to ask you something that will make me start crying when I hear the answer, um, can you veto the question?”
He smiled, gently, and said, “If you want.”
“Your turn then.”
The waitress showed up then, and brought us our food. And … let me tell you. I had actually underestimated how much he ordered. She had to bring two trays. Seriously. He tried to reorganize the plates a little, and ended up taking three quarters of the table. Pulling the pancakes toward him, he poured about ten thousand calories worth of syrup and butter on them, then started eating.
After swallowing he said, “Okay. What’s your favorite thing to do now that you’re in New York?”
I took a small bite of toast while I thought. Then I frowned. What was my favorite thing? I had things I liked to do, for sure. Kelly and I going out together. Going to the Butler Library. Picnicking in Riverside Park. What else? It’s not that I hadn’t enjoyed my freshman year in college, I really did. It’s just that… nothing stuck out that I could tag as a favorite thing. Except one. And that was … sitting in Doctor Forrester’s office. With Dylan.
I frowned, then said, “I can’t answer that one.”
He widened his eyes and grinned. “You’re kidding me. That’s not in the rules.”
“Screw the rules,” I said. “The only answer I can give is a lie.”
“Why?”
“Pick some other question, soldier boy.”
“I’ll get an answer one way or another. You can’t tell me you’ve been in New York for a year and you still haven’t come up with anything you love doing.”
“I can tell you anything I want.”
“You set the rules of this game, Alex. Not allowed to lie.”
“Nothing says I have to answer, though.”
He shook his head, then laughed. “I’m going to be obsessed with this.”
“Why?”
“Because in all the time I’ve known you, I have never seen you change the rules of anything mid-game. This is just… mind-blowing.”
I wanted to growl at him. Instead I ate a bite of my eggs, then said, “If I answer, you have to promise to just forget I said it.”
He was thoroughly enjoying this. God. “All right,” he said. “My short term memory sucks anyway.”
I stifled a laugh, then said, “Okay. Then the truth is, the time we’ve been working together in Doctor Forrester’s … that’s the answer.”
He blinked, the smile slipping for a fraction. I couldn’t figure out what his expression meant, because if I’d seen a picture of it, I would have guessed abject terror. But that only lasted a moment, and then he said, “I don’t remember any question or answer, so I get another one, right?”
“Dylan! That’s not fair!”
Now he was really grinning.
“Fine,” I said, trying not to break out laughing. He looked so happy.
“Okay,” he said. “Now I’m finally getting somewhere.”
I chuckled. I couldn’t help it.
“Let’s see…. Kelly’s still your roommate here, I’m thinking. Tell me all about the last time you two went out. I want to know about your life here. What did you guys do?”
Jesus. He had a knack for asking heavy questions, didn’t he? But, I found myself telling him the story. Of our night out, and how Randy had grabbed my arm, and she pepper sprayed him. I left out all discussion of Dylan, of course. I also left out the background between me and Randy, including the fact that I’d known him since middle school, and especially the fact that he’d tried to rape me.
“Okay, wait a minute, I don’t understand. I get it that the guy was coming on too strong, but why did she pepper spray him?”
Suddenly I was blinking back tears again.
“Oh, shit,” he said. “I’m sorry. Whatever it is, you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”
I bit my lower lip, then whispered, “He tried to rape me last spring.”
Everything about Dylan’s demeanor changed in an instant. He went from relaxed, enjoying himself, then concerned, but after the word “rape” came out of my mouth, he was sitting up straight in his chair, alert. His face had gone cold, rage in his eyes like I’d never seen before. He was shaking.
“What did you say his name was?” he asked, his voice very low.
“It doesn’t matter,” I said.
“Yes. It does.”
“Why?”
“Because if I ever see him, I’m going to put him in a fucking hospital. For a long time.”
He was serious. Really serious. I had no doubt that if Randy Brewer was in front of us right now, Randy would end up in the hospital. And Dylan… would end up in jail.
“You really have changed a lot,” I whispered.
“What?” he asked.
“I’ve known you … in a lot of different ways. But the one thing I’ve never thought about you was that you might be dangerous. Except to me.”
He blinked. “Alex. Listen… whatever our history is, doesn’t change the way I feel about you. The way I’ve always felt about you. I’d do anything to …”
He stopped. Was he struggling over a word again? Or holding back? Or was there a difference? And he didn’t even say a word about me telling him he was dangerous for me. Because really, he knew that, didn’t he? That we were dangerous to each other. Where was the big surprise in me saying that? I turned back to his stall.
“You’d do anything to what?”
He almost growled in frustration. “To … go back… go back and prevent that from happening to you. To protect you.”
Was he about to say, to go back and change things? To go back and not hang up on me that night? To not disappear like he did?
“Listen to me, Dylan. This is important.”
He was still staring at me, his eyes crazy intense. He nodded. “Okay.”
“Forget about it. It’s past. Okay? We don’t need that. We don’t need… this. Eat your breakfast. All right? Time for a change of subject.”
He looked at me, calm, his gaze cool. Concentrating. I felt a bead of sweat in my hair, and took a deep breath.
“All right,” he said. His voice had fallen back into that low growl that used to drive me insane. “It’s your turn.”
“My turn for what?”
“Your game.”
I closed my eyes. This was a playful game four years ago. Now it was … frightening. Time to turn to something more cheerful.
“I’m not sure I want to play any more.”
He practically collapsed in his seat, no longer intense, no longer staring. He closed his eyes, and took a deep breath, and said, “I’m sorry. Christ, I’m sorry. Alex, I’ve got some… let’s just say, anger issues.”
“I can see that,” I said, desperately trying to regain the light tone we’d had before.
“So ask me a question,” he said. “But try to pick something not so intense, and I’ll do the same.”
I shook my head, then said, “All right. Your favorite memory, ever.”
He smiled bitterly. “I can’t answer that. It’s against the rules.”
“Oh, screw the rules. Tell me.”
He took a deep, shuddering breath. “My favorite memory, was sleeping with you in my arms in the Tel Aviv hostel the night before we left. It was … bittersweet, but wonderful. I didn’t actually sleep that night. I just watched you. All that night, and then again, all the way home on the plane. We only had a few hours left, and I didn’t want to lose a second of it sleeping. I was up about forty eight hours I think, finally crashed hard on the plane back to Atlanta from New York.”
I gave him a small, tentative smile. “Mine is the night we first kissed.”
“Near the Dead Sea,” he replied.
“It was dark, and the wind was blowing,” I said, “and it was cool, and we were alone.”
“You said, ‘This could get complicated.’”
I suddenly laughed out loud, trying to hold back tears at the same time. I remembered saying that. I’d never been more right in my life. “It sure did.”
“Yeah,” he said. “It did.”
“Where did we go wrong?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know if it’s because we couldn’t let go, or because we let go too much.”
I shook my head. “I don’t either.”
He looked at the table, and didn’t reply.
Finally, I said in a near whisper, “Dylan… do you ever think…” I couldn’t finish the question.
He kept looking at the table, and then replied, so quietly I almost couldn’t hear him. “Always,” he said.
I swallowed. “We should go.”
“Yeah,” he replied.


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Comments

  1. Just Remember to Breathe sounds like an interesting New Adult book. I have only read one other book in that category (that I know of). I like that the book gave you a greater respect for soldiers and that you ended up liking Alex more later in the book. Thanks for sharing! Also- thanks for the giveaway!

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    1. I might have to read more books about soldiers because of this book (:

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    2. You might check out Something Like Normal by Trish Doller, which is awesome, or If I Lie by Corrine Jackson. Both of them are fantastic books. If I Lie was emotionally devastating, really powerful book.

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    3. What!? I can't believe that book has anything related to this book. I saw the cover and kind of dismissed it because I generally don't like kissing covers.
      Later... wow. I actually added it before. Weird but I guess I must have read the summary before.

      That's mean. Setting me up to cry (;
      If I ever do need a good emotional book I'll refer to this book then.
      Thanks for the suggestions :D

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  2. Thank you for the wonderful review, I really appreciate you taking the time to read the book!

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  3. Oh this book was on my WoW a couple weeks ago! :) I'm really curious about this book, and now I'm curious even more after your review! Thanks for the giveaway and amazing review !! :)

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  4. New Adult books are becoming quite popular aren't they? I want to read some!

    Danna

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    1. I've never really heard of New Adult books until this book so it would be quite interesting what others classify as "New Adult".

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  5. I have had this book on my 'TBR' list for a while now . . after your review I am going to have to read it very soon!!!

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