7/23/15

Book Review~ When Clouds Touch

















When Clouds Touch is the story of soul mates, Paisley and Malachi . Destined to meet since before birth, their story wraps us somewhere between loving and caring, wanting the best for someone, while wanting to see them happy, even when it is risky and they must obey the demands of family. Paisley, a woman of Japanese descent, living with Albinism and heart disease, is meek, yet makes no apologies for seeking what she yearns to have. Hiding behind the protective fold of her wagasa, she longs for freedom from her overprotective parents and the love of a man she's known only in her dreams, even at the cost of her health. Malachi, a man who has visions of meeting an elusive shadow, uses his sense of humor and sensitive side to build their relationship. He's determined to   win her love, even against the wishes of her parents.








I had really high expectations going into When Clouds Touch. I was drawn in by the blurb. I couldn't wait to read it and was so excited when my schedule finally opened up enough that I could. This is a GREAT story idea. It's a beautiful and heart warming, and heart wrenching story. Even the general outline is amazing.

The execution, however fell short. I found the story line itself really hard to follow and almost like I was viewing the story through cotton. I don't know if that makes sense, but I felt like I was viewing it behind a barrier so I couldn't really get close to the characters and connect with them. I wanted to. I really did, because they seemed like great characters but there was just so much telling instead of showing and it jumped around so much that it left me confused and wanting.

Especially where there relationship is concerned. We didn't get enough of the important initial development of it because of the way the book jumps around. Another thing that bothered me is that they exchanged I love yous, and talk about how they're fated to be together, and THEN talk about if they're in a serious relationship or not. This isn't middle school. I know people say that without meaning it, but it's a huge pet peeve of mine, it diminishes the words and the value of the relationship if the words are tossed around with little meaning or implication of the future.

There are also a few little time line issues and general human emotion inconsistencies that bothered me. Basically I felt like I was reading  the story board for an incomplete book. I find it most frustrating when a good writer doesn't reach their full potential in a great story, and I tend to be more critical then. I'm a fan of tough love. The thing about When Clouds Touch is that it CAN BE and amazing story. One of those books that makes you say "wow" and scream at all of your friends until they read it. It just isn't there yet. I still cried. I still felt it. But I need it to be more cohesive. I would love to see Ey do more with this because it's there, it's all there, she just needs to sort it all out and make it flow better. If she did that it would be an easy five stars.




*I was given a free copy of this book.  







Excerpt:



"Paisley, control yourself. We are in public.”

  Her father’s eyes had darkened in his anger and she knew her window of making a point and winning the argument had been closed. Lowering her head in submission, she relinquished her determination in silence.
She may be of an adult age, finally living on her own, but she was still the obedient daughter Frankie MuRong had reared and she would not shame him by acting like a recalcitrant child.
“Fine, I’ll go with you, but I’m hungry, now.”
Backing away from his grasp, she shouldered the straps of her bag before stepping around him and into the enclosure of the revolving door.
As the doors went through their cycle, Paisley silently listened to her father’s biting voice as he called in an order to his favorite Asian restaurant. No one was safe from his expectation of perfection.
She automatically moved to the right, opened her wagasa to shield her skin from the sun, before following the direction indicated by the pressure of her father’s hand on the small of her back.
Her reaction no where near what she’d felt when Malachi touched her. Then she’d wanted to lean back and learn more about him, now, all she wanted to do was get away from her father.
Once in the car, she heatedly joined in the broadcast tirade between her parents.
“That’s not true. I wasn’t going to try and hide anything. I would have told you if you’d given me a chance.”
“Honey,” Her dad broke in. “She had the hair covering her forehead. I wouldn’t have seen,” He paused to reach over and lift her bangs, but Paisley pulled away. Not being thwarted, he continued his description. “There’s a silver dollar sized, angry red, purple and blue knot plastered in the middle.”
“I’d just come from the hairdresser, Oka-san. I had my hair cut into a new style.” Paisley immediately clasped her hands over her mouth, she hadn’t intended to let that part slip, knowing exactly how her mother would react. Now she would really hear it.
“You went to a dirty crowded, public salon?” Her mother’s shocked screech filled the car.
“Oh, my God!” She raised her voice above the level of her mom’s predictions of foreboding. “Oka-san, stop. I had bangs cut, that’s all. Nothing serious. It wasn’t near as bad as that. The place was beautiful, perfectly clean. No one so much as sneezed or coughed. You two worry too much.”
“Worry too much? You should see the dress she has on.” Her father exaggerated. “No sleeves, thin. As if she doesn’t know the sun will burn her. ”
Her parent’s yelling in unison was too much and she could feel herself becoming stressed.
“Stop. I was well hidden under one of the largest most expensive umbrellas ever. No sun touched me. Besides,  I thought our goal was to finally let me live a normal life. People have accidents all of the time and they don’t die. It’s just a bump.”
“For other people maybe, but for you that’s another story. You know...”
“I know. I’m a person with an immunodeficiency.”
“And a bad heart..”
“A heart that hasn’t bothered me in months. An immune system which hasn’t failed me nor caught any illnesses in nearly the same amount of time. You two have got to let me grow up. To be in control of my own health.”










Ey considers herself to be a caged in frustrated author of thought provoking, mind bending books in several genres from non-fiction to children's books, is an occasional step-in parent, a fountain of knowledge, and ready to share. She is the mother of three daughters that were previously home-schooled and are now either attending college or graduated from college and the drooling 'Lovey' to a little boy. Ey was born in Texas and reared as an Army brat. There is the constant need to speak, writing and telling stories is the way she choose to socialize.
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