Review of Me Cinderella? by Aubrey Rose
May 19, 2014
Rating: 3 stars
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Brynn is the basically the modern Cinderella with the addition that she’s a mathematical genius and goes to college. After her mother's mysterious death her father remarries a wealthy woman with two daughters of her own. He starts his life over and sends Brynn away to her grandmother. She wants desperately to be a part of a math scholarship which will take her to Budapest, because she can finally visit her mothers resting place and get some closure. One night and act of kindness in front of a coffee shop leads her to meet a mysterious handsome stranger who invokes a yearning to be closer to a living person rather than to her math equations. Then it turns out that he’s non other than the professor who is responsible for the scholarship program (TADA! Life you sneaky biatch!) Eliot has his own sad baggage. His young wife died in a car accident he feels he’s responsible for and so he feels happiness is not something he deserves. They struggle with self doubt, guilt and other small setbacks.
It was an okay story. It was just missing those fireworks. You know the “Blow me bloomers to smithereens and leave me begging for more” fireworks. Sadly for me it was a bit of a fire don’t. But i give it to the writer on her story telling skills. Even lacking the chemistry it was well written. If you don’t mind that it can be enjoyable.
- Juli
Amazon Synopsis:
One kind deed can change your life forever…
Brynn Tomlin could never afford to follow her heart. But when she sees a stranger shivering in the snow outside of the college library, an inexplicable urge leads her to buy him a hot cup of coffee. It’s just a small act of kindness, a few words of conversation. Brynn should be focusing on her finals, after all, not on the man who looked up at her gratefully with piercing blue eyes.
He could have been anyone - a janitor on break, a graduate student, a bum. But the man standing outside in the cold turns out to be Dr. Eliot Herceg, one of the most brilliant minds in mathematics and heir to a fortune. After years of reclusive isolation, he now finds his heart awakening to the kind girl whose name he does not know.
Brynn has spent her life trying to forget her desires, and Eliot’s deep wounds have taken nearly a decade to heal. After so much hurt, will either of them be able to open their hearts again?
Excerpt:
"Before my mother died, she told me stories. I sat on her lap and listened to her spin golden fairy tales through the air. We never had much, but I didn't notice the cracks in our plaster walls when she talked about Cinderella putting on her crystal slippers and waltzing all night with Prince Charming.
“Once upon a time”…the stories always begin the same way, but from these beginnings my mother wove new tales that danced in all directions of the compass. She told me stories of castles and dragons, stories of men who flew above the clouds to reach the sun and gods who rained jealous fury upon their rivals. Stories of lovers whose passion rose above earthly desire and changed their fate to a different end than the world had meant for them. Stories of hope and of death.
Brynn Tomlin could never afford to follow her heart. But when she sees a stranger shivering in the snow outside of the college library, an inexplicable urge leads her to buy him a hot cup of coffee. It’s just a small act of kindness, a few words of conversation. Brynn should be focusing on her finals, after all, not on the man who looked up at her gratefully with piercing blue eyes.
He could have been anyone - a janitor on break, a graduate student, a bum. But the man standing outside in the cold turns out to be Dr. Eliot Herceg, one of the most brilliant minds in mathematics and heir to a fortune. After years of reclusive isolation, he now finds his heart awakening to the kind girl whose name he does not know.
Brynn has spent her life trying to forget her desires, and Eliot’s deep wounds have taken nearly a decade to heal. After so much hurt, will either of them be able to open their hearts again?
Excerpt:
"Before my mother died, she told me stories. I sat on her lap and listened to her spin golden fairy tales through the air. We never had much, but I didn't notice the cracks in our plaster walls when she talked about Cinderella putting on her crystal slippers and waltzing all night with Prince Charming.
“Once upon a time”…the stories always begin the same way, but from these beginnings my mother wove new tales that danced in all directions of the compass. She told me stories of castles and dragons, stories of men who flew above the clouds to reach the sun and gods who rained jealous fury upon their rivals. Stories of lovers whose passion rose above earthly desire and changed their fate to a different end than the world had meant for them. Stories of hope and of death.
None of those stories were true, but mine is.”
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