Consoling Angel By Denise Alicea (YA Time Travel Romance)
Summary: Mira did not know what she had in store the day she fell asleep while wanting to escape her current situation. Overcoming the death of someone close and burying herself in school and an internship has kept her somewhat awake and alive.
An admiration for the actor James Dean was all that kept the memory of her father alive. If she couldn’t be with her father, she could at least remember what they shared. She always wanted to meet James Dean.
Be careful what you wish for. It may just come true.
Review
This is a short story with a simple, overused plot that unfortunately, has no charm.
Mira is grieving for the lost of her father to cancer. As she goes through an old scrapbook, she remembers an idol both her and her father admired, James Dean. That night, she traveled back in time to meet him and cheer him up.
I wish to know more about the James’ legacy and how that affected Mira and who is James as a person. I didn’t feel the chemistry between the MCs and that needs to be more developed. The MCs only have a single scene together and it is too short and too fast. Both seem fixated on the other with no reason. I didn’t get the point or moral of the story. Why did the time travel happened?
The time change was especially confusing. Mira is a teenager in 2008 and went back in time to her childhood in 1952? I suppose this is in the realm of fantasy but the overall tone and structure of the book doesn’t seem fantasy.
I don’t think I can make sense of the time travel. Mira also didn’t seem too concerned about the time travel and attributed everything to she was given another chance to meet her idol. There wasn’t much about James in the story that helped me understand who he is and his personality.
Even though I didn’t connect with the characters and didn’t understand the story, the story was still well written and the HEA ending was an immense help to end the story with a cheerful and hopeful tone of young love.
My life couldn’t be more complete. As we reached the apartments, I slowly got off the bike, surprised at myself that I had done this. Ordinarily, I’d never get on a motorcycle. James leaned over and caressed my cheek. Before I could open my mouth to tell him what was to happen to him, he gave me a quick peck on the lips. I couldn’t let James walk away, not now.
Something in me grasped his wrist; my breath caught in my throat. I no longer cared about the rain. I must have looked like a drowned rat to him. “I have to tell you something,” I blurted as I waited for his reaction.
James smiled, then chuckled as he caressed my face. The rain was preventing me from seeing clearly. “Sweetheart, it’s raining and you’re soaked. I hope this is important.” Pulling him toward me, I faced him. I could change history. I could have him live out his life as he was meant to. If I couldn’t save my father, I could save him.
“In the future, when you become famous, please be careful. Remember this: there will be a day that you are off to a race. You will not see a car until it’s too late. James, please promise me. It could mean your life.” I must have sounded like a complete and total idiot to him. Geez! I think I watched Back To The Future too many times. I sounded like Marty talking to the professor about his impending death.
Chuckling, he shook his head, expelling the rain off his head and onto me. Laughter erupted between us as I covered my face. He then cupped my face, kissed my forehead. “Are you sure you’re not an angel? I cannot promise anything, but baby, I can promise I’ll see you tomorrow. I’ll pick you up here and you can ditch your responsibilities. Ride with me.”
Sighing, now I knew how all those girls felt when they looked at him. What an offer that would be. Ditch school to ride with the man who was loved by so many. I was determined he’d listen to me. Gripping his hands from my face, I gazed into his eyes. “I’m serious!”
Before I could utter another word, his lips descended on mine. My body went toward him and melted. I couldn’t help but respond as I brought him closer. I was lost in his warm lips as they caressed mine. Lingering near my lips, he breathed, “I know you are.” Then, winking as he kissed me again, smiling that beautiful smile of his, “How else can my angel guard me if she isn’t with me?”
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About the author: Born in Manhattan, New York and raised in Connecticut, she found that she was more interested in what went on in the past, than in the future. Denise always enjoys reading a variety of book genres such as ancient history, fantasy, science fiction, poetry, and romance. She has a great respect for the arts, her first love being drawing and painting. Writing is a medium that would inspire her to share the ongoing stories in her head.
http://denisealicea.org
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