Until Friday Night by Abbi Glines PDF

Until Friday Night pdf

Download Until Friday Night – Until Friday Night: A #1 New York Times bestseller and the first novel in a brand-new series—from bestselling author Abbi Glines—about a small Southern town filled with cute boys in pickup trucks, Friday night football games, and crazy parties that stir up some major drama.

Until Friday Night PDF

To everyone who knows him, West Ashby has always been that guy: the cocky, popular, way-too-handsome-for-his-own-good football god who led Lawton High to the state championships. But while West may be Big Man on Campus on the outside, on the inside he’s battling the grief that comes with watching his father slowly die of cancer.

Two years ago, Maggie Carleton’s life fell apart when her father murdered her mother. And after she told the police what happened, she stopped speaking and hasn’t spoken since. Even the move to Lawton, Alabama, couldn’t draw Maggie back out. So she stayed quiet, keeping her sorrow and her fractured heart hidden away.

As West’s pain becomes too much to handle, he knows he needs to talk to someone about his father—so in the dark shadows of a post-game party, he opens up to the one girl who he knows won’t tell anyone else.

West expected that talking about his dad would bring some relief, or at least a flood of emotions he couldn’t control. But he never expected the quiet new girl to reply, to reveal a pain even deeper than his own—or for them to form a connection so strong that he couldn’t ever let her go…


Editorial Reviews

Review – Until Friday Night

“Tender, honest, and achingly real—Until Friday Night captures the intensity of first love, the power of friendship, and the pain of growing up. This book has it all, and I can’t wait for the next field party.”
— Kami Garcia, #1 New York Times bestselling coauthor of BEAUTIFUL CREATURES & author of UNBREAKABLE

Two years ago, Maggie Carleton witnessed a horrificevent. She saw her father murder her mother. Since that moment, she has notspoken a word. Even when forced to move in with her aunt, uncle, and cousin,she remains silent. West Ashbly is a super hot, popular, football-playing jockthat everyone wants to be friends with or date. No one knows the pain heendures every day having to watch his dad die from cancer. West does not feelcomfortable telling anyone about his father’s illness. However, when he meets agirl who cannot speak, he finally bears his soul. Maggie is just as shocked asWest when she responds, sharing her story with him. Having someone who canunderstand their pain and help them heal is a blessing for both of them. Glinesbelievably shows readers that love, trust, and friendship can result from somuch tragedy. The narrative illustrates that there is more to high school thanthe big game. VERDICT Romance fans will love therelationship between the protagonists and be sucked into the story line of thecircumstances that bring them together. — School Library Journal, August 2015

West Ashby seems to have it all—looks, a football future, and any girl he wants. No one, not even his closest friend Brady, knows that his dad—West’s biggest fan—is dying of cancer. Two years ago, Maggie Carleton saw her father murder her mother, and once she told police what happened, she refused to speak another word. Now Maggie lives with her cousin Brady’s family, and when she meets West, she sees the pain in his eyes that no one else recognizes. The bond between West and Maggie grows, and eventually
Maggie rediscovers her voice to walk West through his father’s final days. Aided by chapters that alternate between West’s and Maggie’s perspectives, what could be a typical romance—both are drop-dead gorgeous and could have anyone they want—is raised to a new level by Maggie’s self-imposed silence and the grief they are both experiencing. Glines’ novel will be welcomed by fans of Lurlene McDaniel who want something with more depth. — Booklist Online, August 31, 2015

Review – Until Friday Night

About This Book:
✥Series: #1
✥Release Date: 8/25/15
✥Format: Paperback
✥Setting: Lawton, Alabama
✥Page Count: 352
✥Genre(s): Romance, NA (or YA), Contemporary, Fiction
✥Date(s) Read: 9/18/18-9/21/18
✥Rating: Book: 3.5/5

My Thoughts:

*Some parts will have spoilers so read this at your own risk if you haven’t read the book already.*

Book:

Overall, I liked the book and the characters, but I will take it by each character and talk about them one at a time.Just as an FYI, this book does have cursing in it. Quite a bit actually.

West:
In the beginning, he was a bit of an ass but I understood why he was the way he was. He was hurting due to the fact of his father slowly dying from cancer (in the summary). As the book progressed though, he became very possessive, jealous and controlling. He was jealous of people and situations he shouldn’t have even been jealous. And I mean scary possessive. The kind of possessive made for True Crime TV and what the true crime books are made of! As time went on though, he redeemed himself and got checked, which I was truly grateful for. I wanted to go on to the second book at least but if that had not been handled, I am not sure if I would have or it may have taken some time for me to do so.

Maggie:
I really liked her. She dealt with a lot at her young age (not spoilers, it says so in the summary) and found her own way to cope with it. Although at some points in the book, I felt she allowed things to happen with West that many may not have allowed him to do, especially early on unless there is a heavy amount of insecurity. The relationship between them both seemed dangerously close to obsession. She was smart enough to know when to try to back off though in many cases. I think that had a lot to do with her past and seeing the things she had. There were some other issues I was not liking too much but I won’t give too much more away, but as a parent and an adult, I was just not feeling some things.

Brady:
He was a jerk many times when I am not sure it was needed. I understand his protection of his cousin, yet, sometime things could’ve been left unsaid. I would like to see a book about him though. I am taking this series on a book by book basis. Hopefully, if there is one about him, I will be able to make it to him.

Maggie’s Aunt & Uncle (Brady’s parents):
They both seemed to have been very sweet and accepting of who she was and why she wouldn’t speak. Didn’t push her to talk. They just loved her anyway.

West’s Mother (Olivia) & Father (Jude):
(I think I got their names right)
She was a really sweet to Maggie, even in a time she was hurting herself and trying to make it through her husband’s illness. She didn’t make many appearances in the book but I did like her and the one time dad was able to appear in the book and be able to enjoy the family, even when he wasn’t feeling great at all. Again, this is another situation that I’d like to say more but that is giving too much of the plot away and I have given a lot of that away as it is (in my opinion).

I will continue on to the next book, Under the Lights. This one appears to be about Gunner, Brady (who were in Until Friday Night) and a young lady named Willa. I am hoping to buy Under the Lights soon.

Review – Until Friday Night

I had high hopes for this book based on the back cover description. I was really dissappointed though. Maggie was a big dissappointment. I was expecting a much deeper character but I felt like all I got was a basically flawless looking girl who didn’t speak. She’s one of the main voices in the book and you get no sense that she’s this tortured soul that you’re supposed to think she is. I mean would West have even bothered with this girl if she wasn’t beautiful? The advice she gives him is mostly generic – like “Oh, yeah this part sucks but it will get better…” Also what teenage girl who is so traumatized by the actions of her abuser father that she doesn’t speak let’s some raging guy just walk up and kiss her?! Then sleeps with him after literally having kissed someone twice in her entire life? It just doesn’t seem realistic to me.

Another thing that really bothered me is how West and Brady too were so possessive of Maggie. And she just went along with it! Like ok West I’ll just let you drag me around and do whatever you say. And Brady you can just go ahead and give me to your friend – if you’re okay with it then so am I. Who cares what I want. It was just really creepy. The author must have realized it was going too far and had to throw in the half hearted break up at the end that made possessive West suddenly change his ways when Maggie suddenly grows a backbone and calls him out on his crap. Again not very realistic.

And if I had to hear either of them stress that they were “just friends” one more time I would have screamed. We get it… They are supposed to just be friends, but reminding us every other page makes it seem like you’re having to try too hard to get us to buy it.

The author could have really made a good story out of this if she’d dug a little deeper. Given a little more emotion and depth. The only part that felt really authentic is when West’s father died. That gave me the feels big time. There could have been alot more moments like that where the reader could really feel for and connect with the characters.

And again why did Maggie have to be flawlessly beautiful? I would have had an easier time believing a genuine connection between her and West if she wasn’t perfect looking. He would have been interested in her no matter what her past was because she’s hot. I never once bought the whole friendship thing because of that.

I read the whole book on a day and just kept hoping to get the story I was expecting. Oh well..

Excerpt – Until Friday Night

Until Friday Night

Ain’t She Sweet

CHAPTER 1

MAGGIE

This wasn’t home. Nothing ever would be again. And besides, I didn’t want a home—the word came with memories too painful to think about.

I knew my aunt Coralee and uncle Boone were watching me closely as they led me through the house. They wanted me to like it here—there was a certain hopefulness in their eyes. I didn’t remember what hope felt like. It had been so long since I’d hoped for anything.

“We gave you a room upstairs. I painted it a pretty ­cotton-candy blue,” Aunt Coralee informed me ­cautiously. “I remembered that you liked blue.”

It’s true that I had liked blue a few Christmases ago. Had even worn all blue one year. I wasn’t necessarily a fan of it now, though. . . .

I followed both my aunt and uncle up the stairs. The family photos lining the wall made me turn my head back around and stare straight ahead. I’d had those once too. Photos that my mother proudly displayed on the walls of our home. But those photos had been lies. The smiles were never real.

“Here it is,” Aunt Coralee announced as she stopped halfway down the hall and opened the door to a large bedroom. Other than the blue walls, everything else was white.

I liked it. If I weren’t afraid of my own voice, I’d tell her thank you. Instead I put down the backpack from my shoulders then turned and hugged her. That would have to be enough.

“Well, I certainly hope you like my room,” a deep voice drawled from the doorway.

“Brady, don’t,” Uncle Boone said in a stern voice.

“What? I was just being nice,” he replied. “Kinda . . .”

I only remembered my cousin Brady a little. He had never played with me at family events, was always running off with one of the buddies he’d brought with him.

Now he was leaning against the doorframe of the bedroom, brown hair falling into his eyes, a smirk on his face. He didn’t seem happy. Oh God, had they given me his room? That couldn’t be good. I didn’t want to take his room.

“Brady’s just being a brat,” Aunt Coralee explained quickly. “He’s perfectly happy about moving to the attic room. He’s been at us for two years to fix up that space for him so he’d have somewhere more private.”

A large hand landed on my shoulder as Uncle Boone came to stand beside me. “Son, you remember Maggie,” he said in a voice that didn’t leave room for argument.

Brady was staring at me. He looked annoyed at first, but his expression suddenly softened into something resembling concern. “Yeah, I remember her.”

Uncle Boone continued, “You’ll need to show her around at school on Monday. Y’all are in the same grade, and we made sure they put her in several of your classes so you could help her out.” I had a feeling Brady already knew all this. The information was for me.

Brady sighed and shook his head. “Y’all don’t even know,” he muttered before walking off.

“I’m sorry about him,” Aunt Coralee said. “He’s become so moody, and we don’t know what to do with him half the time.”

Even if I did speak, I didn’t have a response for that.

She squeezed my arm. “We’re gonna let you get settled in. Unpack, and rest if you need. If you want company, I’ll be in the kitchen, cooking dinner. You’re welcome to go anywhere in the house you’d like. Make yourself at home.”

There was that word again: home.

My aunt and uncle left me alone, finally, and retreated down the hall. I stood in the pretty blue room and realized, much to my surprise, that I already felt safe. I’d thought the comfort of safety was long gone for me.

“So, you really don’t talk?” Brady’s voice filled the room, and I spun around to see my cousin back in the doorway.

I really didn’t want him to dislike me or be annoyed about my being here. But I wasn’t sure how to convince him that I’d keep to myself, that I wouldn’t bother him or change his life.

“Shit, this ain’t gonna be easy. You’re—” He paused and let out a laugh that didn’t sound like he meant it. “This shit is gonna be worse than I thought. Least you could have helped me out and been ugly.”

Excuse me?

Brady frowned. “Just don’t draw attention to yourself. My momma finally got the daughter she never had, but it don’t make shit easier for me. I have a life, you know.”

I simply nodded. I was sure he had a life. He was tall with dark hair and light hazel eyes, and his wide shoulders hinted at the muscles underneath his T-shirt. No doubt girls loved him.

I had no intention of being in his way, but I could see how my coming into his home and taking his room would make it seem otherwise. And now his parents had me in his classes, too.

But I’d prove he had nothing to worry about. I picked up my backpack again and took out the pad and pen I always kept with me.

“What’re you doing?” he asked, clearly confused.

I quickly wrote:

Promise I won’t be in your way. Don’t expect you to help me at school. Just let your parents think you are, and I’ll go along with it. Sorry I took your room. We can switch back if you want.

I handed the note pad to Brady and let him read it. When he finished, he sighed deeply and handed the pad back to me.

“You can keep the room. Mom’s right. I like the attic. I was just being an ass. You think you won’t need me at school, but you will. Can’t be helped.” And with that, he walked away.

I stood at the doorway as he made his way down to the kitchen. I started to shut the door when I heard Brady’s voice travel up the stairs.

“What’s for dinner?” he asked.

“Chicken spaghetti. I thought Maggie might like it since it’s your favorite,” Aunt Coralee replied. Then, dropping her voice a little: “I wish you’d take the time to get to know her.”

“Just talked to her. She, uh, wrote to me,” he replied.

“And? Ain’t she sweet?” Aunt Coralee sounded so sincere.

“Sure, Mom. She’s real sweet.”

But Brady didn’t sound very convinced

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About the Author

Abbi Glines is the New York TimesUSA TODAY, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of the Rosemary Beach, Field Party, Sea Breeze, Vincent Boys, and Existence series. A devoted book lover, Abbi lives with her family in Alabama. She maintains a Twitter addiction at @AbbiGlines and can also be found at Facebook.com/AbbiGlinesAuthor and AbbiGlinesBooks.com.

Abbi Glines is a #1 New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of the Rosemary Beach, Sea Breeze, Vincent Boys, Field Party, and Existence series. She never cooks unless baking during the Christmas holiday counts. She believes in ghosts and has a habit of asking people if their house is haunted before she goes in it. She drinks afternoon tea because she wants to be British but alas she was born in Alabama. When asked how many books she has written she has to stop and count on her fingers. When she’s not locked away writing, she is reading, shopping (major shoe and purse addiction), sneaking off to the movies alone, and listening to the drama in her teenagers lives while making mental notes on the good stuff to use later. Don’t judge.

You can connect with Abbi online in several different ways. She uses social media to procrastinate.

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