Sweet Christ.

It's almost two in the morning and I am compelled to blog. When Terrie Figueroa of RRT sent out of the list of ebooks available for review last night, I saw FINDING HOME on it by Lauren Baker and Bonnie Dee. I immediately shot off an email, begging for the chance to review. But I was so tantalized by the blurb and the excerpt and the cover and the concept...well. I bought it myself. Tonight. I couldn't wait to find out whether I would be the chosen reviewer, couldn't wait to read it.

And I just tore through it with the most rapacious glee.

This isn't a review, per se. This is my stunned and blissful reaction, raw and unedited.

FINDING HOME is the most beautiful book I've read this year. It possesses a haunting, visceral power, and this writing team produces seamless, utterly lyrical prose. It is rich and textured, gritty and real as life itself is real. From the beginning, even the exposition felt like foreplay, fleshing out a passionate, poignant and utterly forbidden relationship with delicacy and slow subtlety that made me want to weep and clench my fists. Each glance possessed the heat of a dying sun, each kiss left me breathless. Much like Megan, I was in love with Mouth from the first moment I saw him leaning against the brick wall, smoking a cigarette with sensual grace.

I LOVED this book. Words fail me as to how much.

Rarely, because I am secure in my own gifts as a writer, do I close a book and think, "Christ, will I ever write anything this good? Will I ever move anyone this much? I wish I had written this."

This is one of those rare occasions.

If you read one ebook this year, let it be FINDING HOME. And just ache with the pure, agonizing beauty of it.