This Adventure Ends

This Adventure Ends

by Emma Mills


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Filled with intense and important friendships, a wonderful warts-and-all family, shiveringly good romance, and sharp, witty dialogue, this story from Emma Mills (First & Then) is about finding the people you never knew you needed.

Sloane isn’t expecting to fall in love with a group of friends when she moves from New York to Florida—especially not a group of friends so intense, so layered with private tragedies and secret codes, so all-consuming. Yet that’s exactly what happens. And it will lead her (and, um, her dad) on a life-changing adventure.

Sloane becomes closest to Vera, a social-media star who lights up any room, and Gabe, Vera's twin brother and the most serious person Sloane's ever met. When a beloved painting by the twins' late mother goes missing, Sloane takes on the responsibility of tracking it down, a journey that takes her across state lines—and ever deeper into the twins' lives.

Praise for This Adventure Ends:

"With taut, realistic dialogue, [Mills] expertly crafts blossoming friendships and nascent romances." —Publishers Weekly

"Immensely enjoyable." —Booklist

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781250129376
Publisher: Square Fish
Publication date: 12/05/2017
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 336
Sales rank: 124,521
Product dimensions: 5.40(w) x 8.20(h) x 1.00(d)
Age Range: 14 - 18 Years

About the Author

Emma Mills is the author of First & Then, This Adventure Ends, and Foolish Hearts. She lives in Indianapolis, where she is currently pursuing a Ph.D. in cell biology.

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This Adventure Ends

By Emma Mills

Henry Holt and Company

Copyright © 2016 Emma Mills
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-62779-936-2


My immediate priority is air.

Bree has dragged me to a house party, and the place is too warm. Everything is a little too close.

I don't like being in a stranger's house at the best of times. Seeing the pictures on someone else's fridge, the knickknacks on their mantel, whether or not their toilet-paper roll goes over or under ... that stuff is personal. To be so outside of it, and yet still privy to it, feels like some kind of a violation.

I can't say this to Bree. So I just listen in on one more conversation about whether Jen and Asher from calculus are finally "official" ("Do they need to be notarized?" I ask, and no one laughs), and then I make my way to the kitchen to escape out the back door.

Unfortunately, escape is barred.

"It's not a big deal," this kid is saying, pitching his voice over the thrum of the room. Clearly it is a big deal, because a ring of onlookers has formed around him. It's that sort of Shakespearean chorus that pops up at parties like this, to observe and cast judgment and report back to the masses later.

I'm only three weeks in at Grove County High School, but I recognize the speaker from my AP biology class. His name is Mason, and he sits at the lab bench in front of mine.

I also recognize him from the pages of my father's novels. In a few short years, Mason could be the sheriff's son who backhands the preacher's daughter, or the ex–high school quarterback hell-bent on avenging some romantic slight. Guys like him were a dime a dozen in Everett Finch's world, and they usually died in a fire.

"She doesn't want to talk to you," the guy standing directly across from Mason says.

"And how the hell do you know that? Twin magic? When she's hit on, you feel it, too?"

The guy doesn't reply, but there is this look in his eyes, a quiet rage that I wouldn't have messed with had I been Mason.

"Really, you should be thanking me," Mason continues. "I don't think she's a lost cause. I could help her turn shit around."

Mason steps into the other guy's space, eliciting a quiet but firm "Don't."

"Or what?"

The guy doesn't respond.

"Or what?" Mason repeats, and steps even closer. In different circumstances, they'd look for all the world like they were about to kiss. Mason's lips curve upward into a smile. "Is this getting to you? Are you wired wrong, too?"

"Don't" is all he says again.

"Come on, it's not like you're going to hit me. You want to know how I know?" When the guy doesn't answer, Mason reaches out and puts his hands on either side of the guy's head, forcing it up and down in a nod. "Yes, Mason, I want to know." And then he moves one hand to the guy's face, smushing his cheeks between his thumb and forefinger. "'Cause you're a nice fucking guy, Fuller." He squeezes with each word.

The guy still doesn't move, and maybe Mason is right — maybe he won't hit him. Maybe he's too solid to respond.

But I'm not.

"Sorry," I say, angling through the people in front of me. "I'm sorry. So sorry. Don't mean to interrupt. It's just ... are you for fucking serious?"

Mason looks at me, his hand still grasping the guy's face. Surprise cuts through his smirk. A girl is volunteering to talk to him, I think, and in that moment, I know which tack to use.

So I tamp down the outrage and manage something like a smile as I reach out and close my fingers loosely around Mason's wrist. A soft touch. He lets me guide his hand away without protest.

"I mean ... these hands aren't really meant for that kind of thing, are they?"

His eyes track me as I lace my fingers together with his.

"These hands are for ... for caressing," I continue. "For stroking, even."

"Oh yeah?" Mason says with a dumb little smile. His target just stands there, altogether forgotten.

"Yeah," I say. "Yourself. In front of the TV. Alone. Every night."

Mason doesn't get it right away, but there's a hoot from the crowd and a few barely suppressed guffaws.

"If nothing else, you can at least use them to grasp for intelligence, or like, some semblance of human decency."

The crowd reaction amps up, like a sitcom soundtrack. Mason wrenches his hand out of mine.

"What's your problem?" he says.

"Your face," I reply, because that's what my sister, Laney, would say.

"Fuck you," he says, but he's lost control of the room. The chorus is already buzzing. "Fuck this." He smiles with too much teeth. "Got yourself a guard dog, huh, Fuller? Emphasis on dog." Like this will somehow hurt my feelings. But that's assuming I have them in the first place.

When I don't react, Mason shakes his head and retreats, the chorus folding in around us. I look back to where the guy had been standing, but he's already headed out the back door.

Bree appears at my elbow, clutching a plastic cup. Her cheeks are red, and she is grinning. "Geez. That was — was that a New York thing? Do they teach you that kind of stuff there?"

Yes. Here is your MetroCard, and this is how you publicly dismantle insufferable dicks.

"It was a person thing. That guy was an ass."

She shakes her head, still grinning. "Geez."


"Gabe Fuller." She gestures in the direction of the guy's retreat. "You stepped in for freaking Gabe Fuller."

"Yeah," I say, because I don't how to respond to that.

A kid I vaguely recognize from my lit class comes up then, holding his hand up for a high five.

"That was hilarious," he says.

I slap his palm, but suddenly it's too close in there again, too much, so I excuse myself and make my way to the door.

It's quieter outside. There's just the low hum of crickets and the soft smack of a couple making out on the porch swing. The chains attaching the swing to the ceiling rattle as she adjusts, he adjusts. One of them sighs, a soft little sound.

I ignore them, bracing my hands against the railing. The night air hangs thick with late-summer humidity, but a few deep breaths still put me right.

Some scraggly trees populate the backyard, and there's an attempt at a garden — a trellis hung with vines, a couple of thorny-looking bushes. The ground is a study in that patchy North Florida grass, which is mostly just sand and a thick coating of live oak leaves. The leaves shine in the light from the motion-sensor bulb on the garage. That same light throws two figures at the end of the yard into stark relief.

I can't hear them from where I stand. Rationally, I know it's none of my business. But I step off the porch anyway and move across the yard toward them.

"I told you we shouldn't have gone to a non-Frank-sanctioned party," the girl is saying as I near. I'm shielded a bit by the shadow of the trellis.

"Why were you even talking to him?"

"He talked to me first. I'm not just going to ignore another human being. We can't all stare through people, Gabe."

"Yeah, well, try. Look at them, and instead of seeing them, see whatever's behind them. And then ignore that, too."

"Yeah, that's a super healthy approach. Super great social skills."

"Mason Pierce doesn't deserve your social skills. He doesn't deserve the hair in your shower drain."

"Who does deserve the hair in my shower drain? Should I start mailing it to Tash? Do you want me to save you some?"

"I swear to God —"

The end of that oath never comes, because it's then they realize I'm there.

Somehow at the sight of me, the guy — Gabe — looks angrier than before. It's not that quiet-rage burn, but more of an outward hostility.

The girl, on the other hand, smiles wide. It lights up her face. "Hey. It's you."

It's such a strange thing to say — like somehow I was expected — that all I can do is nod. "It's me."

"I didn't need you to do that," Gabe says.

"Thank you," the girl amends, "is what he's trying to say."

"I didn't need you to do that," he repeats, and for some reason, his irritation irks me. I did a thing. Stepped in. Dismantled a bully. I could've gone on and done nothing, like the rest of fucking Solo Cup nation in there. "I didn't need anyone's help. Everything was under control."

"So the part where he plied your face like Play-Doh was a critical step in your plan?"

The girl snorts, and Gabe shoots her a glare.

"I was fine," he says tightly. "Next time, don't help."

I nod. "Okay. Sure." But I am incapable of leaving it at that. "'Cause if this world needs anything, it's more passive witnesses to injustice, right? The U.N. should adopt that model. Amnesty International. Forget the barbed-wire candle — their symbol should just be like a guy leaning against a wall with his arms folded and a speech bubble that says 'Want to help? Next time, don't.' Someone should really get the number for the Gates Foundation and let them know."

"That's not what I'm —" Gabe begins, but once I start, it's kind of hard to stop.

"Hey, I know scientists are super busy trying to find cures for diseases and stuff, but maybe at this point in time they should just try not doing that —"

"I didn't say —"

"Humanitarian aid workers," I call out, like the yard is full of them. "Lay down your instruments of change, because 'Don't help' is the societal model we're going with now —"

"Okay," he says loudly. "Okay, fine, yes, I'm sorry. Thank you. For helping. Thanks. Please just stop."

The girl bursts out laughing. Gabe glares at her.

"Sorry," she says. "Just ... your face. God. So good." She points at me. "You're great. You're staying. We're keeping you."

Gabe looks at her and then at me, and for a second I think he might laugh, too. His lips twitch, at least, and the corners of his eyes crinkle up a little as he looks away. It's almost as if something has been defused inside him. Like the right wire has been cut.

"Who are you again?" he says.

"Sloane," I reply. "Who are you?"

"Gabe. Fuller. This is Vera." He waves a hand at the girl. Framed in the light from the garage, I can see they favor each other — similar in the line of the nose and the curve of the lips. Twin magic, Mason had said. Two pairs of dark eyes look out from under thick lashes, framed by the kind of eyebrows that are equal parts impressive and intimidating.

"Nice to meet you," Vera says, and nudges Gabe. "Isn't it?"

"Yeah," he says. And then to Vera: "I'm going to go. Are you going to ride with Aubrey, or ..."

"No, I'll go with you. Do you want a ride, Sloane?"

"That's okay, I drove somebody."

"Okay. Well." Vera looks to Gabe, who is now staring in the direction of the garage. "Thanks again."

"No problem. I'm here all week."

"You're vacationing?" She looks mildly alarmed.

"No. No, it's just ... one of those things comedians say? 'I'm here all week' ... 'Tip your waitress.'"

Vera grins. "I get it. You're funny." She glances at Gabe again, but he doesn't give confirmation. His jaw is firmly set once more. "See you at school, I guess?"

"Sure. I'll be the one who looks like me."

She laughs, and it's weirdly gratifying. I haven't had such a receptive audience in a long time. Laney's only nine, but she knows all my dumb jokes by now.

Casting one last smile at me, Vera grabs Gabe's arm and leads him toward the house, and I am alone once more.

Except for the couple making out on the porch swing, I think, until I look back and see that they, too, have left. Maybe they fled during my humanitarian-aid-workers speech.

I return to the porch and settle down on the vacated swing. It creaks as I rock back and forth. The chains look like they probably won't withstand many more vigorous make-out sessions.

I check my phone. Nine thirty-four. I think my mom will be satisfied if I stay until ten.

You should go! she had said, when I mentioned tonight's party. Get to know some new people! Do something fun!

Just different shades of the same things she would say to me back home. So I gave my standard response: These things are always boring.

You won't know unless you try, she replied. Maybe it'll be different here.

She had a point. Maybe it would. That's sort of what I'm counting on, after all.


Saturday mornings are for my voice lessons, two hours away on the Florida State University campus in Tallahassee. My mom drives me, despite my protests of I can go by myself.

You're not familiar with the roads here, she said simply when this argument first came about.

Yeah, you never know what you might encounter out there that we never had back home, my dad chipped in.

Like what? I said. Roads are roads.

Gators, Dad said simply.

I want to see a gator! was Laney's contribution.

Now that's the kind of enthusiasm I'm here for, Dad said. You know, Jill, if we stay long enough, Laney might get an accent. Develop herself a fine Southern drawwwl. I might adopt one, too. I might get one of those Colonel Sanders suits.

God help us all, Mom replied.



"I said, do you mind stopping? Laney wants one of those Floopy toys, from the movie. Think you can choke down a Happy Meal?"

I turn the corner down on the page in my book — even though it's completely pointless, as it's the very first page — and close it. "I'm willing to take one for the team."

Happy Meals acquired, we head back toward the highway. "Did you have fun last night?" Mom says as we merge back on. "You were out pretty late."

"Ten o'clock, wow. Should we throw a parade?"

"Hey, it's the odd night when you're not putting PJs on by seven."

"Maybe I sneak out and go to clubs where PJs are required."

"If there's a club where PJs are required, I'm pretty sure they wouldn't be the kind you wear."

I don't know, maybe I could charm the bouncer with my SpongeBob pants and my dad's old SUNY sweatshirt.

"How was the party?" Mom says, before I can get out a rejoinder.

"It was fine."

"Bree seems nice."

Bree is nice. One of the first things she told me about herself was that Kim Kardashian replied to her once on Twitter. I didn't know the proper way to respond to that. Like whether some kind of congratulations were in order.

Bree is my lab partner, the first person I met at Grove County High School, and arguably my only friend here. Not that we've done much else together besides AP bio worksheets and last night's party, and that was only because You haven't been to one yet? Gosh, Sloane, you have to get out eventually! No wonder my mom liked Bree; they were cut from the same cloth.

"Uh-huh," I say, and shove some fries in my mouth.

"Anything fun happen?"

I don't know if I would call dismantling Mason Pierce fun, particularly, but there was a certain satisfaction to it. Nor was meeting Vera and Gabe fun, per se, but it was ... well, it was something different.

I just shrug. "Not really."

"How was your lesson? You didn't say."

"I did say."

"You said 'fine.' Can we expound on 'fine' a little bit? As the passenger, it's your obligation to keep the driver entertained."

This is something my dad says all the time. I think she realizes that, because she goes on quickly: "You're liking Eileen?"

My new voice teacher. I don't dislike her. But, "I miss Paula."

She glances over at me, and it's my turn to go on quickly: "But I mean, Eileen is good, too. Nice to ... get an outside take, I guess?"

"Got to get you in shape for auditions."

My mom is approximately sixteen times more excited for college auditions than I am.

"It's still really early" is all I reply. I just sent in my prescreens before we moved. I would be learning new material with Eileen, as well as maintaining the audition pieces I started with Paula.

It's quiet as we eat. My mom has her own bag in her lap, occasionally pulling out a fry or taking a pull from her Diet Coke.

"You want me to read to you?" I say when I'm done eating.

"I thought you finished your book on the way in."

"Got another. One of Dad's." I hold up the cover for reference, but her eyes don't leave the road.

Her expression doesn't change, but her voice hardens just a smidge: "Maybe I'll just see what's on," and she clicks on the radio. NPR, Fresh Air.

I read anyway. The radio is easy to tune out, even easier when traveling familiar territory. I've read all my dad's books at least once. Some would argue that if you've read one, you've read them all, he's said before. It's true, in a sense — there are definitely some standout Everett Finch tropes. Small coastal towns. Love as a means of salvation. Dead pets. It was rare that an entire cast of characters made it out of a book alive, but at the very least, the dog would bite it. Faithful old Rufus met his maker in Heaven Sent. Max the stray is cut down in Summer Burn. And Avery, the ten-week-old puppy, kicks the bucket in my current read, Sand on Our Beach.

I asked my dad once why the puppy had to die. He said simply, "Tragic irony."


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This Adventure Ends 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 14 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I do not post reviews but felt compelled. Erin Mills did an excellent job with the story and the characters. she tells their stories with love as she unwinds the threads to their hearts. Thank you for a wonderful story.
AReadingRedSox More than 1 year ago
I loved this book so much! One of my book friends recommended this one to me (tysm Andrew!!) and I'm so glad that I picked it up. Sloane is such a fantastic MC, and I loved Gabe and Vera and Audry and Remy too. The story was super interesting, and the slow burn romance was PERFECT. SUCH a good book.
MakennaFournier More than 1 year ago
4.5/5 For the first third of this book, I thought it was ok. I was dead set on this being a 3 star book, and wasn't pushing myself to continue, so I took a small break. Once I came back to the book though, I actually really started to enjoy the book and couldn't put it down. I loved the last two thirds of this book, and if I didn't have other books that I was planning to read right after this I would be picking up Emma Mills other book, because I need more.
MissPrint More than 1 year ago
Sloane doesn't have a lot of expectations when her family moves from New York City to a small Florida town to help her writer father find inspiration. In fact, Sloane doesn't have many expectations about anything. She's used to being a loner and focusing her singing and her family. It's always been fine. A chance encounter at a party draws Sloane into the vibrant and unexpected world of social media sensation Vera, her twin brother Gabe, and their close-knit group of friends. Sloane never thought she'd fit in so well with anyone. Until she does. When a treasured painting by the twins' deceased mother disappears, Sloane wants nothing so much as to help them. On her hunt to track down the painting and get it back, Sloane learns more about her new friends and herself as she discovers that some adventures can end unexpectedly while others are just the beginning in This Adventure Ends (2016) by Emma Mills. This standalone contemporary focuses on characters with a meandering plot that gives Sloane and her new friends plenty of room to shine--particularly when it comes to Frank Sanger who remains one of the most enigmatic (and sadly minor) characters. Sloane's first-person narration is relaxed and witty, filled with slick descriptions of her new surroundings and clever barbs about her new social group. This Adventure Ends branches out from Sloane's initial quest for the missing painting to explore the nature of creativity, grief, and even ambition. Sloane's father, a Nicholas Sparks type writer, adds another dimension to this story with his own explorations of fan fiction and authorial intent. Sloane's mother and younger sister, by contrast, remain woefully one-dimensional and serve as little more than a tantalizing missed opportunity for more complex characterization. Although this story doesn't tie everything up neatly, it does suggest that most problems can be solved even if it isn't always in the way we hope or expect--a comforting thought for teens facing college on the horizon. Quality writing and fascinating characters elevate this promising if familiar story and hint at what Mills will accomplish in future projects. This Adventure Ends is an introspective diversion recommended for readers seeking a smart, summery read. Possible Pairings: What to Say Next by Julie Buxbaum, Words in Deep Blue by Cath Crowley, Since You've Been Gone by Morgan Matson, Anna and the French Kiss by Stephanie Perkins, Even in Paradise by Chelsea Philpot, The Beginning of Everything by Robyn Schneider
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Morgan_S_M More than 1 year ago
I loved so much about this book. The writing is amazing, I'll read anything that Emma Mills writes. From the opening chapter, you get a real sense of these characters and watching their friendships evolve and intertwine was such a joy. It felt real. Making friends is strange and something I think about a lot actually, especially as an adult when it's not quite as easy as finding someone in class. Getting to that point where you think you can say, yes we're friends, I can text them, we can hang out, they like me- it's nervewracking! From that standpoint I really related to Sloane. And I had a very tight group of friends my senior year of high school. I also LOVED Sloane's dad, oh my god. I was laughing so much, he was amazing. Especially all the fandom stuff! Ironically I don't read a lot of fic because I'm not willing to wade through thousands of fics to find the good ones, but I do like fic and I love how he talked about fandom and passion and writing. This was just my type of contemporary. It makes you think and there's a real depth to it but it's not heavy handed. It's also full of humor and banter and voice. Vera might have been my favorite, she was so wonderful. NOT TO MENTION SHE AND HER GIRLFRIEND DRESSED AS CAP AND BUCKY FOR HALLOWEEN ONE YEAR. That's just one of the fun pop culture references in this book. There's even a Ferris Bueller shout out! But I really loved Sloane and I loved Gabe so much. All of the friend group was perfect (OH YEAH I LOVED FRANK TOO. FRANK, YOU WONDERFUL HUMAN BEING) but I loved the three of them in particular. It was nice to see levels of friendship too. Sloane and Remy had their own friendship within the group, as did the others, yet they were all still a unit. I like that. I rarely argue with friends and I'm always afraid to so it was reassuring to see just how unbreakable their friendship was. Plus the end is pretty darn cute :D
DahlELama More than 1 year ago
I do not say this lightly: Sloane is totally joining the pantheon of my favorite YA MCs. She had me from chapter 1 - her sense of humor, her sense of justice, her loyalty (however misguided it may be sometimes), and especially the fact that she doesn't quite know what to do with her feelings about anything, ever, including how to read them or express them. Intellectual IQ high, emotional IQ low is one of my favorite combos, and this was that to the max. Such great banter and 1-liners, great friendships and other's sort of like a very low-key THE SECRET HISTORY meets SCARLETT EPSTEIN HATES IT HERE. Highly recommend.
BookWorm221 More than 1 year ago
At the beginning I had a hard time getting into the story completely, I failed to see when and where things in the plot were going to progress but when the time came and the plot was presented I was very happy. Sloane is a girl who just moved to Florida with her family, she is in a new school, new environment and also finding herself making new friendships even when she wasn't aware of it. I liked the dynamics with this group of friends, I liked the fact that Sloane managed to form a connection with each one and that we got to see and learn about each of them. I have to admit to having some problems with Sloane character and I believe that is what the writer intended because it wasn't just me having problems with her it was also the other characters in the book, and that to me it means that it was very well written character. I liked that the language and the setting were so familiar to me, they talked and acted like normal teens and that made it easier to connect to them. I also like the mystery aspect of the book, the search for the beloved painting and also they way it was resolved.
COBauer More than 1 year ago
THIS ADVENTURE ENDS by Emma Mills is a perfectly charming read! High school senior Sloane has recently moved to Florida with her family from New Jersey in an attempt to revive her famous father’s writing career. Sloane is a talented singer, but a bit of a loner. One night at a party she crosses paths with the charismatic twins Vera and Gabe, and quickly falls in with their crowd. What ensues is a sweet, intelligent, and richly layered story about love, loss, friendship, and growth. This book sucked me in so quickly that I accidentally read it in a single sitting. Perfect for a lazy afternoon of relaxation and basking in the feels! Note: I received a FREE ARC (advanced reader copy) from the publisher via NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.
BeesKneesBookishKorner More than 1 year ago
**Originally posted on The Bees Knees Bookish Korner** There was a lot about this book that I liked. It was fast-paced, witty, and had modern YA themes. Sloane is an easily recognizable character as a 17 year old high school student with the usual angst. She’s also funny, smart, and talented. Moving to a new state and a new school, she adapts rather well and finds herself ensconced in a group of nice, good, friends. Sloane is also flawed in that she lets her mouth run away with her and can say hurtful things. The entire time I read this book I kept making comparisons to The Gilmore Girls because of all the wordy, smart, fast quips that Sloane makes. I also compared it to Rainbow Rowell’s Fanfiction. There were a lot of similarities to that book in my opinion. Both of these are good things, just not all that original. I also kept thinking that teenagers, at least in my recollection and experience, aren’t nearly this witty and adult-sounding. What I didn’t like about this book is that Mills tried to do too many things at once. She focused on the relationships between too many different characters, the rift in Sloane’s parents’ marriage, Sloane’s dads’ writer’s slump, the quest to find the painting, her struggle with her singing and auditioning for college, and Sloane trying to figure herself out in general. As a result, the details were light and there were a few plot holes. I felt like the issues with all the characters were solved in a 30 minute sitcom kinda way. Overall, I really enjoyed this book. I read it about five hours, in one sitting, staying up until after 4 am to finish it, lol. I think the theme of this book could be called “sweet” and it was. The glossed over ending is what kept me from giving this book a 4 out of 5 hearts. I’d recommend this book to Nicholas Sparks (another comparison I kept making) die hards. I also LOVE the cover. (received as an ARC from Net Galley)
Myndia More than 1 year ago
One of my favorite YA books of 2016, hands down. Maybe I was just in the exact right state of mind for this book, or maybe it was just that good. I loved it. Loved. It. Very John Green-esque, but still distinctly different. The characters were beautifully fleshed out, and I felt almost immediately connected to each and every one of them. Perhaps I just love reading books that reflect the inner lives of teenagers on the verge of adulthood, that portray them as thinking, feeling, reasoning (if perhaps a little emotional and sometimes not fully rational) human beings who are just trying to figure life out, figure themselves out. And I love that, through Sloane’s dad, we see the reality that adults don’t always have it all together, don’t always know which is end up, lose their sense of themselves and flounder around trying to find their true north. Sloane’s dad was probably my favorite character. I loved their relationship. I loved that he became obsessed with some crazy paranormal fluffy television show with a huge fan following, and started obsessively writing fan fic. And actually, as someone who knows people who write fan fic, but has never really read much of it, his analysis of it was pretty enlightening. I love a book that enhances my perspective. Obviously, I would absolutely recommend this book. Especially if you are a John Green fan. Think more An Abundance of Katherines than Looking for Alaska. It’s a lovely book about finding home where you’d least expect it. Note: I received this book from the publisher via NetGalley.
pooled_ink More than 1 year ago
pooled ink Reviews: 4.35 Stars This book is so beautiful! And funny! It is beautifully funny and funnily beautiful! Ahhh Miss Mills, thou hast taken my heart. I am a huge fan of the wit and humor in this book. There is a beautiful level of casual sarcasm throughout and I love it. Plenty of solid wordplay that I could only ever read in a book, hear in a movie, or come up with long after the moment has passed. The plot pulses forward at a natural pace, it doesn’t rush but it doesn’t dawdle either. Rather it winds along carrying you off on a journey. I didn’t devour this book reading a billion words a minute, but I also couldn’t put it down. It was like a good conversation with a good friend. It didn’t race, it didn’t push, it simply flowed. You might have a few guesses about what might happen, and yeah you might be right, but everything stays a touch realistically hazy so you never really know until you get there. I sat down this evening to begin reading and (except for a trip to Walmart via my brother) I read this book in one seating that pushed way past my bedtime. I don’t regret a minute of it. Cute, poignant, graceful, thundering, wrought with emotion, and oozing with a scintillating sense of humor, THIS ADVENTURE ENDS is a standout story proving that Emma Mills is an author to contend with when it comes to the contemporary realm of beauty in life and love. Read my FULL review here:
Alyssa75 More than 1 year ago
***Review posted on The Eater of Books! blog*** This Adventure Ends by Emma Mills Publisher: Henry Holt and Co. (BYR) Publication Date: October 4, 2016 Rating: 4 stars Source: ARC sent by the publisher Summary (from Goodreads): Sloane isn't expecting to fall in with a group of friends when she moves from New York to Florida—especially not a group of friends so intense, so in love, so all-consuming. Yet that's exactly what happens. Sloane becomes closest to Vera, a social-media star who lights up any room, and Gabe, Vera's twin brother and the most serious person Sloane's ever met. When a beloved painting by the twins' late mother goes missing, Sloane takes on the responsibility of tracking it down, a journey that takes her across state lines—and ever deeper into the twins' lives. Filled with intense and important friendships, a wonderful warts-and-all family, shiveringly good romantic developments, and sharp, witty dialogue, this story is about finding the people you never knew you needed. What I Liked: This book was everything I wanted, everything I expected, and then some. I thought I loved First & Then? I adored this novel. The two books are not related (both are standalones, completely different), but they are both amazing. Emma Mills writes such great contemporary novels - and you all know me, I struggle with YA contemporary most of the time. But this book... it was lovely. Sloane and her family have moved from New York to Florida (for reasons you'll find out in the book). At her new school, Sloane makes friends with Vera, who has thousands of followers on a ton of different social media. As a friend of Vera's, she joins Vera's friend group, which includes Remy, Aubrey, Bree, and Gabe (Vera's twin). Sloane and Vera are good friends; one day, Gabe realizes that one of his mother's paintings are gone... and Sloane decides that she is going to find out who bought, and get it back for the twins. Finding the painting, navigating social circles, and learning about her new friends open Sloane up to new experiences, some of which Sloane never realized she needed. Sloane has a corny sense of humor, slightly sarcastic and totally honest, but in a corny and funny way. She didn't have a lot of friends in New York, but here in Florida, she makes friends with a group of people. Sloane is used to being alone without being lonely, but she didn't realize how much she liked having people surrounding her until this group did. Vera is an amazing friend, and Sloane is a great friend to her. Sloane is so caring, despite her thinking that she is a little closed-off. I liked Sloane a lot - you don't see types like her often, anymore. She's not a quiet kickbutt heroine, but rather, a quiet joke-telling one that likes solitude. I loved seeing her grow in this story. I loved seeing her push and pull with her new relationships. The cast of characters is so well-written! Vera is a sweet and bubbly girl. Gabe is so serious and quiet, but his humor is similar to Sloane's. Laney (Sloane's nine-year-old sister) is cute and surprisingly not annoying. Sloane's father writes literary romance novels but he's kind of in a slump. Sloane's mom is your typical mom. Vera and Gabe's family is... effed up. Their mom has been dead for several years, and their family is vastly different now. Read the rest of my review on my blog, The Eater of Books! - eaterofbooks DOT blogspot DOT com :)
book_junkee More than 1 year ago
I loved Emma's other book, so I was excited to get my greedy hands on this one. Even more when I saw lots of people loving it. Love love loved Sloane. She's snarky af and there are so many layers that she doesn't even realize she has. It was truly enjoyable being in her head. There's an amazing group of friends {and parents!} here. I love seeing truthful and supportive group. I think my obsessiveness comes from the subject of fandom. It was so respectfully and accurately represented and STG if I ever meet Emma, I will probably lose my mind over that one thing. Being a part of a fandom is a unique experience that not everyone becomes a part of and Emma captured the feelings perfectly. **Huge thanks to Henry Holt for sending me an arc in exchange for and honest review**