Ambrose Young was beautiful. He was tall and muscular, with hair that touched his shoulders and eyes that burned right through you. The kind of beautiful that graced the covers of romance novels, and Fern Taylor would know. She'd been reading them since she was thirteen. But maybe because he was so beautiful he was never someone Fern thought she could have...until he wasn't beautiful anymore.
Making Faces is the story of a small town where five young men go off to war, and only one comes back. It is the story of loss. Collective loss, individual loss, loss of beauty, loss of life, loss of identity. It is the tale of one girl's love for a broken boy, and a wounded warrior's love for an unremarkable girl. This is a story of friendship that overcomes heartache, heroism that defies the common definitions, and a modern tale of Beauty and the Beast, where we discover that there is a little beauty and a little beast in all of us.
Ambrose Young was a Senior and according to Fern he looked like one of those guys that graced the cover of a romance novel, you know the books the ones with the Alpha males, tight abs, smoldering looks, happily ever afters, those are the kind of books Fern devoured and imagined Ambrose as the male characters..
To Fern, Ambrose was absolutely beautiful, a Greek god among mortals, and stuff fairy tales and movies are made of..
He had dark wavy hair that brushed his shoulders which he would occasionally sweep back so it wouldn’t fall into his heavily lashed brown eyes, six foot, 215 pounds and had a body corded with muscles, he looked like an underwear model..
It was Ambrose’s ability on the mat (wrestling) that made him a celebrity in their little town.
Behind Fern’s thick glasses, small and pale splattered in freckles, with bright red hair, protruding teeth who had a likeness to the character “Pippy long stockings” she knew she was the kind of girl that was easily overlooked and knew she would never get the attention of the god like Hercules, Ambrose..
"When god made faces did he laugh when he made me?"
Sometimes we fall in love with a face and not what’s behind it..
She had loved Ambrose from the age of 10, over a spider whom Ambrose squashed which she ended up naming “Beautiful Spider” when they buried him..
Ambrose knew he wanted more than to “Wrestle” it wasn’t until an army recruiter came to his school that, that was his escape, along with four of his most closest friends..
The last night before recruitment Ambrose was just discovering that he might in fact have feelings for Fern.
5 boys brave left for war and only one came back, he didn’t come back how he left but he did come back, Fern grieved for the boy she had always loved, she wondered how it would feel to once be beautiful and then in an instance have it taken away, life had given Ambrose another face.. [/spoiler]
One ear gone, loss of eye sight in his right eye, a long thick scar ran from the corner of his mouth and up the side of his mouth, his right eye was glassy and fixed, and a scar ran vertically through his eyelid, extending above his eye through his eye brow and below his eye in a straight line with his nose, intersecting that started at the corner of his mouth.[/spoiler]
Gone was Fern’s “Pippy Long stockings” appearance with hair that hung in long curls half way down her back, and she no longer wore those thick glasses and straight white teeth, her eyes were a deep, soft brown with a sprinkling of freckles speckled across her small nose..She grew up thinking she was ugly..*UGS* “Ugly Girl Syndrome” At some point between awkwardness and adulthood she had grown appealing..
“Everything has changed, you are beautiful and I am hideous”
Please whatever you do read this book, it is truly touching, memorable, and inspiring, if you are like me you will devour this books..
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: AMY HARMON
Born: The United States