{"id":3412,"date":"2016-07-18T00:00:37","date_gmt":"2016-07-17T22:00:37","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thelesbianreview.com\/?p=3412"},"modified":"2023-06-14T15:25:57","modified_gmt":"2023-06-14T13:25:57","slug":"everything-pales-comparison","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thelesbianreview.com\/everything-pales-comparison\/","title":{"rendered":"Everything Pales In Comparison by Rebecca Swartz: Book Review"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"everything<\/a>Everything Pales In Comparison by Rebecca Swartz<\/strong> is a book that will bring you to the edge of your seat and back.<\/p>\n

Constable Emma Kirby is on volunteer duty at a music concert for up and coming country singer Daina Buchanan, when a bomb goes off. In the chaos, Emma finds Daina under a pile of debris, slowly bleeding out. It takes all of Emma\u2019s efforts to save Daina’s life only to find out that, because of her actions, Emma herself has become a target as well.<\/p>\n

As the threats increase, police deem it safer for both women to be whisked away to a safe house, the same one to be exact. They both struggle with developing feelings for each other, even though everything could all blow up in their faces at any minute. Literally.<\/p>\n

The Characters<\/strong><\/h3>\n

Daina Buchanan is a young country singer. I enjoyed her character the most. She is brazen and a lot like me. My favorite philosophy of hers is instead of asking a girl if she’s gay, just kiss her.<\/p>\n

Emma Kirby is the strong, cool silent type. She’s been a police officer for seven years. When she was younger, she came out to her family and they disowned her. Ever since then she has closed herself off to relationships.<\/p>\n

The Writing Style<\/strong><\/h3>\n

Written in first person perspective, author Rebecca Swartz<\/a> does an incredible job of writing suspense in her books. There is well written banter between the characters and the book escalates until it had me whispering, “Oh, my God!”<\/p>\n

The Pros<\/strong><\/h3>\n

More than a few times Rebecca Swartz had me sitting on the edge of my seat.<\/p>\n

The Cons<\/strong><\/h3>\n

I have no cons for this book.<\/p>\n

The Conclusion<\/strong><\/h3>\n

This is a great read with a few plot twists. I recommend this book and all of Rebecca Swartz’s other books to readers who enjoy witty banter, action, and romance with a little twist.<\/p>\n

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Excerpt from Everything Pales In Comparison by Rebecca Swartz<\/strong><\/h2>\n

She sat on the edge of the bed, stiff, unmoving, still as glass, feeling just as fragile. Her eyes were wide, blank, staring at the wall three and a half feet in front of her, not seeing it. Her hands were folded in her lap, her feet on the floor, ankles together. The only discernable movement was the slow and steady rising and falling of her chest as she breathed; inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. Automatic, life sustaining. No thought required at all. Which was a good thing; coherent, cohesive thought eluded her. Her mind was as blank as the white wall before her. No shape, no contour, empty, flat.<\/p>\n

She was dressed in black: black dress, black hose, black pumps. A black sweater was draped over her shoulders. It was one of the few occasions when she would wear a dress; normally she eschewed them, considering them somewhat impractical. But for certain events, she felt that a dress was a more appropriate choice of outfit, that it denoted a measure of respect in specific instances: civic functions, weddings, funerals.<\/p>\n

The sweater around her shoulders was warm, almost uncomfortably so, but she knew she would be grateful for it later. The temperature had dropped in the last week. Summer was fading into fall. It made much more sense to wear dresses in the summer.<\/p>\n

She\u2019d been present when they\u2019d turned off the life-support, though she hadn\u2019t wanted to be. But her attendance, her presence, had been requested, almost expected, and she hadn\u2019t the willpower to refuse. But it had felt all wrong, she had felt horribly out of place, as if she were someone in a play, an extra who\u2019d been scripted in at the last minute, with no speaking lines, no real reason for being there, except to stand off to the sidelines and bear witness to the event. And, in reality, that was the part she had played; when it was over, and the time of death given in a hushed tone and dutifully written down, she had silently turned away from the others present, and had strode stiffly, swiftly from the room.<\/p>\n

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