Author: Penny Reid
Series: Laws of Physics #2
Release date: March 12, 209
(Sub)genres: Contemporary Romance
Buy: Amazon US ~ Amazon UK
I received this book from Social Butterfly PR in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.
Still an unrepentant slacker.
What’s the worst that could happen?
Mona’s meticulously planned allotment of relaxation is thrown into chaos by the unscheduled appearance of her older brother’s band of friends, including the one person she'd hoped to never face again. Abram still makes her feel entirely too much, which is one of the reasons she disappeared after their one week together. But now, trapped on a mountain of snow and things unspoken, Mona will have to find a way to coexist with Abram, chaos and all.
The ending of Motion has left Mona (and us readers) with a lot of questions. Luckily, the wait for Space hasn’t been that long. It has been 2,5 years since the events from Motion took place; Mona and Abram have had a lot of time to think about what happened. And now it’s time for take 2.
“Move. Stay in motion. Keep moving. Move on, Mona.”
For the past two-and-a-half years, Mona has thrown herself into her studies and work. She’s widely known and acknowledged for her sharp mind and groundbreaking thoughts, but there’s also a more girly Mona. A Mona who still thinks about Abram, and what he made her feel. Abram is angry and confused about the events. He’s going on with his life, but Mona is on the back of his mind. When they meet again, Abram and Mona have a lot to talk about…
“I stared at her and I was afraid, because I knew. My whole life, from this point forward, I would be a fool for Mona DaVinci.”
Mona and Abram are both young people passionate about what they do. Mona seems a cold, emotionless genius to the outside world, but people close to her know much better. Abram is a sensitive musician, and he’s angry with Mona, but at the same time he wants to be with her. For the most part of the book its Abram and Mona reconnecting, trying to figure out their feelings.
Space is the second part of the Laws of Physics Trilogy and is set two-and-a-half years after the first book. Mona and Abram are both older and wiser now (well, sort of), and have had a lot of time to think about the other one. Motion was told from just Mona’s POV, but in Space Abram and Mona both have a voice. Mona is still her normal quirky self, but there’s so much more to Abram to meets the eye. I love Mona and Abram for each other, I can’t wait for the rest of their story.
“He was so warm. “I love you,” he said. “Trust me,” he said. What else could I do? I did.”
“Hi—hello,” she said, stepping forward but not out of the way, drawing my attention.
She was still staring at me, her face still pale, but her eyes had turned searching instead of stunned.
“I—” She stopped herself, swallowing, her gaze dropping to the front of my coat, a cute little frown furrowing her eyebrows. In the next moment, she was pulling off the glove of her right hand. Abruptly, she shoved the ungloved fingers toward me, returning her eyes to mine. “I’m Mona.”
I suppressed my disbelief at her small action before it could break my outward mask of calm. I wasn’t calm. Just to be clear, I was the opposite of calm.
The fact that she was introducing herself to me now meant that she thought I was too stupid to figure out her lies over the last two-and-a-half-fucking years. She was arguably one of the smartest people in the world, after all. To her, people like me must seem like housebroken pets. So it shouldn’t have surprised me. But it did. The tension and tightness around my ribs reappeared, squeezing uncomfortably.
Dropping my attention to her bare hand, I pressed my lips into a tighter line, dismissing the way my pulse jumped at the sight of her wrist, the olive tone of her skin under the yellow string lights overhead. Glaring at her outstretched offering, I considered telling her to go to hell.
I considered it, but I wouldn’t.
I didn’t trust myself to speak, that was reason number one.
The other reason was harder to explain, or use as a justification, or admit to myself. Staring at her hand, I braced against a sudden flare of hunger. She might consider me a lower life-form, but that didn’t change the fact that I wanted to touch her. I wanted to touch her more than I wanted to tell her to go to hell, and that was fucking pitiful.
But there it was.
Acting on the compulsion, I lifted my right hand and tugged off the ski glove, sliding my warm palm against her much colder one. Her hand felt good in my hand, the right weight, the right size, the right texture, and I inhaled freezing air.
Mona also seemed to suck in a slow but expansive breath as our hands touched, held. This brought my eyes back to hers in time to see her lashes flutter. Pink colored her previously pale cheeks. The sound of the wailing wind, the sting of the air and frost momentarily melted away, leaving just her, her soft skin warming against mine, her beautiful face filling my vision.
She really was. She was stunning. I hated that she was still so beautiful to me.