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405 pages, ebook
First published October 12, 2013
“Making Faces is the story of a small town where five young men go off to war, and only one comes back… It is the tale of one girl’s love for a broken boy, and a wounded warrior’s love for an unremarkable girl. This is a story of friendship that overcomes heartache, heroism that defies the common definitions, and a modern tale of Beauty and the Beast, where we discover that there is a little beauty and a little beast in all of us.”
“If God makes all our faces, did he laugh when he made me?”
"I used to be afraid of going to hell. But now that I'm here, hell doesn't seem so bad."
"Sometimes you can't take your life back. Sometimes it's dead and buried and you can only make a new life."
"How did you know I needed you?"
"Because I needed you too."
"We all fit together to create this experience we call life. None of us can see the part we play or the way it all turns out. Maybe the miracles that we see are just the tip of the iceberg. And maybe we just don't recognize the blessings that come as a result of terrible things."
"Bailey has a disease. It makes his muscles weak. It might kill him. He doesn't like it when things die. It's hard for him," Fern said simply, honestly. She actually sounded kinda smart. Suddenly, the events at the wrestling camp earlier that summer made sense to Ambrose. Bailey wasn't supposed to wrestle because he had a disease. Ambrose felt bad all over again.
In black letters she wrote KITES OR BALLOONS across the whiteboard, and she taped a red balloon, his favorite color, to the side. He would know it was Fern. Once upon a time, they had asked each other a million questions just like this. In fact, Ambrose had been the first to ask this particular question. Kites or balloons? Fern has said kites because if she were a kite she could fly, but someone would always be holding onto her. Ambrose had said balloons: "I like the idea of flying away and letting the wind take me. I don't think I want anyone holding onto me." Fern wondered if his response would be the same now as it had been then.
Could you belong to someone who didn’t want you? Fern decided it was possible because her heart was his, and whether or not he wanted it didn’t seem to make much difference.
‘Nobody or Nowhere?’
Fern: ‘I’d rather be nobody at home than somebody somewhere else.’
Ambrose:‘I’d rather be nowhere. Being nobody when your expected to be somebody gets old.’
Fern: ‘How would you know? Have you been nobody?’
Ambrose: ‘Everybody who is somebody becomes a nobody the moment they fail.’
“Do you think there’s any way someone like Ambrose could fall in love with someone like me?”He also had a special relationship with Ambrose.
“Only if he’s lucky.”
“Fern doesn’t have a clue how pretty she is. That makes her priceless. Make sure you snatch her up before she clues into her good looks, Brosey.”Ambrose comes back from the war a changed man. He is different on the inside and the out. He has went through things, seen things he just can’t get past.
We all fit together to create this experience we call life. None of us can see the part we play or the way it all turns out. Maybe the miracles we see are just the tip of the iceburg. And maybe we just don’t recognize the blessings that come as a result of terrible things.
‘Victory is in the battle.’I can’t tell you how many times I cried while reading this...
“I’ll add you to my list.”
‘When you get tired of looking at me, I promise I’ll sing.’
I'm not ashamed to be seen with you. I'm ashamed to be seen.
Victory is in the battle...
If God made all our faces, did he laugh when he made me?
Does he make the legs that cannot walk and eyes that cannot see?
Does he curl the hair upon my head 'til it rebels in wild defiance?
Does he close the ears of a deaf man to make him more reliant?
Is the way I look a coincidence or just a twist of fate?
If he made me this way, is it okay, to blame him for the things I hate?
For the flaws that seem to worsen every time I see a mirror,
For the ugliness I see in me, for the loathing and the fear.
Does he sculpt us for his pleasure, for a reason I can't see?
If God makes all our faces, did he laugh when he made me?
Nobody or Nowhere?
Fern: I’d rather be nobody at home than somebody somewhere else.
Ambrose: I’d rather be nowhere. Being nobody when you’re expected to be somebody gets old.
Fern: How would you know? Have you ever been nobody?
Ambrose: Everybody who is somebody becomes nobody the moment they fall.
BEFORE OR AFTER?
SMART OR BEAUTIFUL?
"Maybe everyone represents a piece of the puzzle. We all fit together to create this experience we call life. None of us can see the part we play or the way it all turns out. Maybe the miracles that we see are just the tip of the iceberg. And maybe we just don’t recognize the blessings that come as a result of terrible things."
Ambrose turned and walked into the bakery without a backward glance. Barry Manilow cried for a girl named Mandy and Fern felt like crying along with him.
"My mom took us to a farm for my birthday and Fern and I each got to pick one from the litter. I named mine Dan Gable and Fern named hers Nora Roberts."
"Nora Roberts?"
"Yep. Apparently she’s some writer. Fern loves her. Unfortunately for Nora Roberts, she got knocked up and died giving birth."
"The writer?"
"No! The cat."
"I have no pride left, Ambrose!" Bailey said.
“No pride. But it was my pride or my life. I had to choose. So do you. You can have your pride and sit here and make cupcakes and get old and fat and nobody will give a damn after a while. Or you can trade that pride in for a little humility and take your life back.”
VICTORY IS IN THE BATTLE
FIREWORKS OR PARADES?
"I understand what you are saying . . . and I appreciate it. I do. But I would really like it if, just for once, I could be beautiful to you on the outside."
"Death is easy. Living is the hard part."
I wrote my name across your heart
So I would not forget
The way it felt when you were born
Before we’d even met
I wrote your name across my heart
So your heart beats with mine
And when I miss you I trace
Each loop and every line
I wrote your name across my heart
So we could be together
So I could hold you close to me
And keep you there forever
"True beauty, the kind that doesn’t fade or wash off, takes time. It takes pressure. It takes incredible endurance. It is the slow drip that makes the stalactite, the shaking of the Earth that creates mountains, the constant pounding of the waves that break up the rocks and smooths the rough edges. And from the violence, the furor, the raging of the winds, the roaring of the waters, something that would otherwise never exist. And so we endure. We have faith that there is a purpose. We hope for things we can’t see. We believe that there are lessons in loss, power in love, and that we have within us the potential for a beauty so magnificent that our bodies can’t contain it."
“Death is easy. Living is the hard part.”
“If God made all our faces, did he laugh when he made me?”
“I wrote your name across my heart,
So we could be together
So I could hold you close to me
And keep you there forever.”
“Victory is in the battle.”
If I could give this 10 stars, I would. How do I explain the emotions that this book evoked? Dear Lord.
Reading Making Faces felt as if I was in a movie theatre, one that had a three sixty degree high definition screen, where each character was portrayed in bold and vivid colours. I felt the pain, joy, sadness, victory, serenity; emotions that were pulled almost effortlessly.
It's difficult to write a review that could even remotely explain how this story decimated my heart.
From Fern to Ambrose to Bailey, Rita, the Sheens, Paulie, Jesse, Bean, Grant, et al. Each character was depicted with such depth, such heart, such love. A love that also brought much pain and changed lives completely. I ached for Fern yet I loved how fearless and selfless she was. Such a beautiful soul.
Then there was Ambrose, our male protagonist, whom I loved because Fern loved him and when his life tragically altered, I broke and wept for him.
Ms Harmon adroitly mixed profound sadness with enough levity, weaving a balance many authors fail to achieve. This is going on my list of favourites, absolutely.
* * *I remember reading a review where it was said that just because characters can quote Hamlet and Shakespeare doesn't mean they are deep. I completely agree. There was quote, upon quote, upon quote. Sometime, after I passed 50% mark, I remember rolling my eyes every time I read name Hamlet or Shakespeare. The quotes were beautiful and somewhat romantic, but there were sooo many of them. I wished they would have stopped quoting someone else and would have come up with something interesting and original, something of their own, to say. If I wanted to know what Hamlet's or Shakespeare's opinions were on this or that subject, I would have gone and read their work. I thought author overdid with quotes.
"God has given you one face and you make yourself another."-HamletCan society stop seeing the exterior and see the interior of a person?
"When you really look at them, you stop seeing a perfect nose or straight teeth. You stop seeing the acne scar or the dimple in the chin. Those things start to blur, and suddenly you see them, the colors, the life inside the shell, and beauty takes on a whole new meaning."
"Everybody is a main character to someone." -Bailey
“If God made all out faces, did he laugh when he made me?” - Fern
“To Fern, Ambrose Young was absolutely beautiful, a Greek God among mortals, the stuff of fairy tales and movie screens.”
“Could you belong to someone who didn’t want you? Fern decided it was possible because her heart was his, and whether or not he wanted it didn’t seem to make much difference.”
“What scares you the most, son?” his father asked quietly.
Ambrose wanted to laugh. He wasn't afraid of anything. Not anymore. “Not a damn thing, Dad. I used to be afraid of going to hell. But now that I'm here, hell doesn't seem so bad.”
“You read smutty romance novels and quote scripture. I'm not quite sure I have you figured out.”
“…maybe her love would simply loosen the strings, freeing him to walk away.”
“Maybe everyone represents a piece of the puzzle. We all fit together to create this experience we call life. None of us can see the part we play or the way it all turns out. Maybe the miracles that we see are just the tip of the iceberg. And maybe we just don't recognize the blessings that come as a result of terrible things.”
"Maybe everyone represents a piece of the puzzle. We all fit together to create this experience we call life. None of us can see the part we play or the way we see are just the tip of the iceberg. And maybe we just don't recognize the blessings that come as a result of terrible things."
"I think sometines a beautiful face is false advertising too, and too many of us don't take the time to look beneath the lid."
"Thank you for making even ugly things beautiful."
“It’s hard to come to terms with the fact that you aren’t ever going to be loved the way you want to be loved.”
“How did you know I needed you?”
“Because I needed you.”
“Caring about someone doesn’t [always] mean taking care of them.”
“Fern doesn’t have a clue how pretty she is. That makes her priceless.”
“And because she was unaware, she became more appealing still.”
"How did you know I needed you? "
"Because I needed you too."
Sometimes you can't take your life back. Sometimes it's dead and buried and you can make a new life.
*I wrote your name across my heart, so we could be together , so I could hold you close to me, and keep you there forever.
*She walks in beauty.
Love is not love which alters when alterations finds, or bends with the remover to remove.
*Everybody is a main character to someone.
"You've been in love with Ambrose your whole life. Now he's home with a messed up face and I don't see you doing the hard thing!! "
*maybe we don't recognize the blessings that come as a result of terrible things.
"You act like beauty is the only thing that makes us worthy of love. I didn't just love you because you were beautiful!"
"Books allow you to be whoever you want to be, to escape yourself for a while."
"You loved ferris wheels more than roller coaster because life shouldn’t be lived at full speed, but in anticipation and appreciation."
"How did you know I needed you?"
“Because I needed you.”