Book Title: Hugged by an Angel
Author: Roberta Capizzi
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 22, 2013
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
by Elizabeth
Arc review
This is definitely one type of book I truly try to stay away from. My beliefs are very strong when it comes to the afterlife, angels, and things like that. I'm an avid believer, but I feel that it is hard to put it down on paper to make it real. Well in this case I was wrong. I was totally memorized by this book. The author took a very sensitive topic and made it so real, that it makes you believe. She told a sad story, and made it about hope and trust. There is honestly nothing about this book that I can say I hated or thought it could be better. The storyline was impeccable, no lines were crossed, and it was told beautifully.
Its starts with a deep tragedy, one that will throw anyone through a loop. The sadness that overwhelms you at the beginning, only gives you hope that something in the book will change. To let go of someone is not easy, especially if you DONT want to, and well that is how this story starts. How can you recover if you DONT want to. How do you live if you DONT want to. And most importantly how do you begin to live again? I can't go into details of this book, but I can tell you that this book gives you hope that everyone can heal sometime.
I absolutely love this book. I would recommend this book to many people and hope they get out of it what I did; there is someone looking out for you, you DONT have to see them to realize they are there to guide you through life, no matter what is dealt.
“Hey.” I turned when I heard her voice and saw her in the wheelchair, her braided hair over her shoulder. She looked so beautiful I wanted to reach out my hand and stroke her sleepy face. I wanted it so much I had to break eye contact for a minute before I lost control and made a fool of myself. “Oh, hi. I’m sorry, did I wake you?” I asked as nonchalantly as I could, although my heart was beating fast in my chest. She smiled and shook her head, staring at my hand. “I didn’t know you smoked.” “I don’t,” I replied instinctively. Her eyes lit up with amusement and I realized how stupid I must have sounded. “That looks pretty much like a cigarette to me,” she said, pointing. I bent my head and smiled. “No, what I meant to say was I’m not a smoker.” I looked at the cigarette in my hand, and suddenly the words were released without asking for permission. “I used to smoke when I was in one of my dark moments, but I don’t anymore.” What the hell was wrong with me? Why did I always end up opening myself up with her as if she could understand what I’d been through? Why couldn’t I simply lie my way out of her question, the way I’d always done with everyone? “Are you now? In a dark moment, I mean?” She looked up at me and her huge blue eyes widened in concern. Why did she have to be so sweet and so damn beautiful? It made lying so much harder and I couldn’t afford to let her get close to me, to break through the wall around my heart any more than she already had. “Well, you almost—we almost died in a fire. I have every right to be a little shaken, don’t you think?” She chuckled, and as I looked at her I realized I didn’t need that cigarette anymore. I stubbed it out in the plastic ashtray on the small iron table in the corner of the balcony. All I really needed was to see that beautiful smile of hers. The rest didn’t matter. “Good boy,” she said, nodding approvingly. “You’ll feel much better now.” I couldn’t help but smile. She was tearing down the wall brick by brick, and I felt a fire in my heart just looking into her eyes. I needed to break the spell, before it was too late. “Let’s get back inside,” I said, approaching her and instinctively pushing her wheelchair. “I promised to take care of you, and I won’t be keeping my word if you get sick.” “I’m a big girl,” she said in a mocking tone. “I can take care of myself.” “Of course,” I replied, mimicking her tone and playing her game. “I tend to forget that, Your Majesty!” “Colin! Don’t start again!” she screamed, without hiding her exasperation, and I laughed.
An avid reader since her childhood years and being an only child, Roberta always enjoyed the company of her fictional friends from the children’s books she loved reading, while she dreamed of writing her own stories one day.
It was when she discovered novels by authors Rosamunde Pilcher and Maeve Binchy in her teenage years that she realized it was time she put down in words the stories she had kept well hidden in her mind until then.
What started as a hobby, soon turned into a real passion and a way of life, until she could no longer keep the stories to herself, and decided to get over her fears and share them with the world.
Roberta lives in Italy, but her dream is to move out of her country and live either in a thatched cottage in the Irish countryside or in a country house with a swing on the back porch, somewhere in the United States, where she would love to spend her days writing novels as a full-time job, and maybe one day even get as far as writing a screenplay for a movie.
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