Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Book Review: Carry the Ocean by Heidi Cullinan

Carry the Ocean (The Roosevelt, #1)Blurb:
Normal is just a setting on the dryer.
High school graduate Jeremey Samson is looking forward to burying his head under the covers and sleeping until it’s time to leave for college. Then a tornado named Emmet Washington enters his life. The double major in math and computer science is handsome, forward, wicked smart, interested in dating Jeremey—and he’s autistic.
But Jeremey doesn’t judge him for that. He’s too busy judging himself, as are his parents, who don’t believe in things like clinical depression. When his untreated illness reaches a critical breaking point, Emmet is the white knight who rescues him and brings him along as a roommate to The Roosevelt, a quirky new assisted living facility nearby.
As Jeremey finds his feet at The Roosevelt, Emmet slowly begins to believe he can be loved for the man he is behind the autism. But before he can trust enough to fall head over heels, he must trust his own conviction that friendship is a healing force, and love can overcome any obstacle.
Warning: Contains characters obsessed with trains and counting, positive representations of autism and mental illness, a very dark moment, and Elwood Blues.

Todd’s rating:

Okay, so this time around, I'm "that guy" , so please hold off the flaming torches and pitch forks until the end. Thanks!

I really *liked* this book. Quite a lot, actually.


By the last page, I was fucking exhausted.

During the first part of the book, we got some serious insight into what it was like for Emmet to live day to day with his autism. It was very enlightening and I'm a bit ashamed to admit that I laughed as often and as hard as I actually did.

During the same part of the book, we meet Emmet's love interest, Jeremey, who suffers from severe depression and intense anxiety. I truly enjoyed learning more about his trials as well.

Watching them fumble around one another was completely endearing and I fell in love with them both.


During the middle of the story, when Jeremey is in the hospital, then the halfway house, it was as if his lethargy began rubbing off on me and those pages just made me want to lie down and take a nap. I think I actually did at one point.

The story was still very good, so please don't get me wrong. These chapters were completely essential to the story, they just made my attention wander.


Once Emmet and Jeremey were officially forging their lives together during the last part of the book, at The Roosevelt, I had made my way out of the quicksand and was all in again.

Besides some mental fatigue on my part, here are a few things that I truly *LOVED* about this read:

- Superpowers

- Foam hammers

- Emmet's blurting and his sex talk with his mom.

- “Target practice”

- Emmet's parents. No. Words.

- David, the quadriplegic asshole housemate. Again... No. Words. But times 2:

“So we can be friends now. Unless you’re a jerk.”

“Please be my friend, even if I’m a jerk. Hit me. That will always get my attention.”

“I can’t hit you. Hitting is wrong.”
I hummed and flapped. “I could make a sign and teach you. A sign that means, David, you’re a jerk and need to stop right now.”

“They have one of those already. It’s called your middle finger.”

The middle finger is a rude gesture, and I’m not supposed to do it. But I decided that for David, a rude gesture was probably exactly what I needed. “Okay.”
- The awkward as fuck 'sexy' scenes:

I asked Jeremey if he wanted to try anal sex, and he said yes. I wasn’t surprised. Jeremey always said yes to anything about sex. He wasn’t nervous about anal penetration now. We’d ordered a dildo from a reputable online sex store, and he said it felt great. I tried it too, but I don’t care for things in my butt. Jeremey does, which is good. I wanted to be in him that way.
- Emmet's well-deserved self-confidence:
I am normal. I belong. I have a friend who can kick ass from a wheelchair. I live independently and get good grades. I’m an excellent lover. Like I said. I’m awesome. I’m Emmet David Washington. Train Man. The best autistic Blues Brother on the block.
Yes, Emmet. You truly are awesome.

4 *balloon-balloon-quicksand-balloon* stars for this gratifyingly-unique read.

This was my own copy of the book and was not provided by the publisher.

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