If only a pile of wayward curls and the inability to stay on her feet were seventeen year-old Foster Kelly’s most pressing concerns. Unfortunately, stubborn hair and clumsiness is just the tip of it. It was only a mistake, but when at the age of five Foster is told “You don’t belong here” the result is one broken heart. These four carelessly spoken words have shaped and shadowed Foster, and now—a senior at Shorecliffs High School—she seeks the wallflower’s existence, denying herself the most casual of friendships, much too afraid that someone will see what Foster believes is certain: she does not belong anywhere – or with anyone. This reality would continue to suit her just fine, however . . .
Love has a long-standing history of undoing broken hearts.
Like a comet, an unexpected arrival knocks Foster out of the crowded, starry sky, sending her directly into the limelight. Exposed and afraid, she will attempt to regain anonymity; but it isn’t so easy now that someone is watching. He pursues this shy enigma, confronting Foster’s deepest fears head-on, and in the process falls wholly and completely in love with her. But there is something he is not saying; a secret capable of certain ruin. There are two probable outcomes: either he will break her heart once and for all, or he will heal it.
In the end, though, it is Foster who must decide if she is worth mending.
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
3.75 to a solid 4 stars
Before diving into this, I was warned by the author that this was going to be a lengthy book—672 pages to be exact—and I knew from reading the reviews that this had an interesting ending. So halfway through, I was almost sure I knew what I was going to say about this in my review, but the last 10% completely threw me off guard that I had to rethink everything, as well as forget most of my preconceived notions. I just did not see THAT coming. AT ALL!
Now, to be honest, I don’t think I can give justice to the story with my own recount, but I believe Cara Rosalie Olsen sums it up perfectly when she ends Awakening Foster Kelly by saying that this is “not for the logical, certainly not for the unimaginative; it belongs to the dreamers.”