Waiting on Wednesday #11 — This Sky by Autumn Doughton

Waiting on Wednesday #11 — This Sky by Autumn Doughton

“Waiting On” Wednesday is a weekly event, hosted by Breaking the Spine.


Waiting on Wednesday #11 — This Sky by Autumn DoughtonThis Sky by Autumn Doughton

It’s sort of like a quest...

Gemma Sayers has spent the last six days rotting in a hotel room, wallowing in a noxious combination of gin, junk food and self-pity. She’s no stranger to disappointment but nothing could have prepared her for the chaos that unfolded when her celebrity boyfriend publicly humiliated her. Now the fairytale is officially over and Gemma is determined to put the past behind her and strike out to find a new dream. Just a few teeny-tiny details to work out: she’s currently broke, homeless and unemployed.

Landon Young has his own worries. Surfer by day and bartender by night, he doesn’t have the interest or the time to be anyone’s happily-ever-after. Weighed down by the memory of what happened two years ago, Landon can barely keep his head above water.

This Sky is the thoughtful and often funny story about broken trust, an unexpected love and the hopes we keep sewn in the linings of our pockets.


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Expected Release Date: Unknown

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Why I’m waiting:  I haven’t read anything by this author, but I’ve heard that her last novel, In this Momentwas good.  I look forward to reading This Sky about a homeless and lost girl and a surfer/bartender.



We said it from the beginning.
No strings. No regrets.
We lay, tangled in a web of sheets,
Limbs and anemic light,
And we passed promises back and forth like slippery stars.
You told me you were recovering from
A broken heart.
I told you I was recovering from
A broken life.
Fair enough, we agreed and laughed.

We wrote stories on our bodies.
Middles and endings
Etched onto our feet and the palms of our hands.
Our hopes were lettered in black and silver
On a background of stark white flesh.
We traded words on our tongues like tiny drops of melted sugar.
In the beginning, you said, there was only water.

This is how you unraveled me.
Thread by thread.
Until I was bare,
Wearing nothing but
My skin
My bones
My blood.


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