His world is music. Her world is silent.
My Review:Ali Collins was a child prodigy destined to become one of the greatest musicians of the twenty-first century—until she was diagnosed with a life-changing brain tumor. Now, at seventeen, Ali lives in a soundless world where she gets by with American Sign Language and lip-reading. She’s a constant disappointment to her father, a retired cop fighting his own demons, and the bruises are getting harder to hide.
When Ali accidentally wins a backstage tour with the chart-topping band Tone Deaf, she’s swept back into the world of music. Jace Beckett, the nineteen-year-old lead singer of the band, has a reputation. He’s a jerk and a player, and Ali wants nothing to do with him. But there’s more to Jace than the tabloids let on. When Jace notices Ali’s bruises and offers to help her escape to New York, Ali can’t turn down the chance at freedom and a fresh start. Soon she’s traveling cross-country, hidden away in Jace’s RV as the band finishes their nationwide tour. With the help of Jace, Ali sets out to reboot her life and rediscover the music she once loved.
I think I should probably blame myself for reading this one to start because even the premise sounds a bit cheesy. In my defense, however, I have been wanting to find a great rockstar romance, even if it's YA. Unfortunately, this wasn't it. While I immediately felt sympathy for both Ali and Jace, I'm not sure they fit as more than friends. I also was a bit blindsided when the friendship became more not because I wasn't expecting that to eventually happen but it seemed like it happened really fast given the pace of the story and what we know about the characters when it happened. And from that point, it was like fast forward was pushed in terms of Ali's and Jace's romantic relationship -- not in a physical way but in an emotional way. I did like the secondary characters of Killer and Arrow (I'm not making up these names) who were a couple and also in the band -- they were very sweet.
Finally. That's the only word running through my head as I kiss her back. Maybe not the most romantic sentiment, but I can't help it. All those times we've kissed, she's felt so hesitant. Now she's just as desperate as I am, and her lips are sweet and incredible.
When she pulls away, we're both breathing hard. Ali reaches up and wipes away the last of her tears. I kiss her forehead and brush my fingertip over the hesitant smile on her lips, relieved to see it back.