What if you only had one day
to convince someone
they are your one true love?
Hope and Cameron made a five-year promise before college. Years pass and they never see each other again. But then one month before his planned wedding to Riley, Cameron looks outside and sees Hope in the pouring rain, watching him.
Now, three years later, Cam has one day – a sick day on this last Friday of summer – to convince the one woman whose very existence breaths life into his lungs, that sometimes love like theirs actually does exist, and it’s that kind of love that lives forever, no matter how hard you fight to forget about it and move on.
From the author of non friction and Hope, Sick Day follows one man’s day-long attempt to persuade the love of his life that sometimes it’s okay to break promises if it means keeping the ones that count.
Oh, dear God in Heaven. Morgan Parker is one of this century’s most incredible writers. I have had the privilege of reading and reviewing all of Morgan’s novels and the writing in Sick Day doesn’t disappoint.
Once again Morgan has written a masterpiece that has lodged itself in my soul. I have never know anyone that was so prolific a writer in my short tenure as a reviewer, but Morgan Parker is definitely that author!
“I believe,” I say, just loudly enough to catch her attention. “I believe you live once and that better opportunities are lost on second chances. I believe true love is about as real as Santa Claus, but ‘tis the season, so let’s play this game… I believe that you fall in ‘love’ with the person who lets you love him or her the way you want, on your terms. I believe if someone says he ‘loves you more than air,’ he’s lying to you. I believe that love is not about forgiveness. It’s about acceptance, and acceptance keeps relationships alive. I believe in the stories that are never told. I believe that if you have to fight for love, you’re trying to force a square peg into a round hole. I believe that your flaws are what make you beautiful. Deal with it.”
“Cameron,” she sighs, but I see the glint of recognition in her eyes. “What are you doing?”
I ignore her and continue reading from the page. “I believe that two people are just that— two people. I believe that two married people are two individuals with one shared goal and one shared delusion. I believe delusions are a good thing until you start involving drugs, threesomes, and whips. Stay pure. I believe that in your heart, you have blood not love. And that blood is to the heart what ideas, not love, are to the mind. I believe that happy endings happen in real life when I fall asleep, thinking of the smiles on the faces of the children I want to have. I believe that all stories are written for me —that same story means something different for you, and that’s okay. I believe in freedom for everyone; everyone has the right to hunt or to hide or both. I believe that mothers are sacred, and anyone who tells a mother what to do has self-esteem issues. I believe that true character gets revealed in actions, not in what someone says about himself. I believe that ‘promise’ is one word, and any one word means nothing. I believe that if you never hurt, you never find happiness; the bigger you hurt, the bigger your happiness. I believe in friendships that last a lifetime and in friends that support you even when you are dead wrong. I believe that most of the decisions you make are the wrong ones. So celebrate your victories, celebrate hard because they’re rare. I believe that if you can make decisions objectively, you will never be wrong. Or hurt. Or happy. I believe that we cry for ourselves, not for others. I believe that tears are a lot like rage— you need to get that poison out of your system periodically, or it will kill you.”
“Cameron, of course I remember this.” She pulls at her collar and shakes her head at me, her face a little red at having heard the words she had written to me so long ago. “Are you happy now? Happy I remember? Now can we forget about it and get out of here?”
“Just let me finish,” I insist, dropping my attention back to the page. “I believe that when you die, you die alone, and…” I pause because this part always killed me. “And I believe that goodbyes are forever.”
This is one of the most incredible prose ever written! And the love pouring from Cam to Hope leaves me feeling so lost, so helpless, so alone in my mortal relationship here on this earth. Surely a love of this depth is a thing of Angels and Heaven above.
If you take the time to read this book, you won’t regret it. And if it doesn’t touch your heart, this love, I don’t know what to say.
This is my new, most favorite book and I highly recommend it with a set of five glowing, gold stars!
~ Patricia, Room With Books ~ © April 23, 2014
**Sick Day can be read as a stand alone. However, Non Friction and Hope have some story elements tied to Sick Day. If you have not read Non Friction or Hope, Sick Day’s story will not be affected in any way.
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Morgan Parker is the pen name for a shy and introverted former banker. Because he could never balance his cash at the end of the banking day, he made up stories in order to keep his job. None of those stories was Textual Encounters, which is great because readers will discover a truly unique and original romance that has never been told before.
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