Series: Burying Water #1
Published by Atria on October 7, 2014
Source: Netgalley, Publisher
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Left for dead in the fields of rural Oregon, a young woman defies all odds and survives—but she awakens with no idea who she is, or what happened to her. Refusing to answer to “Jane Doe” for another day, the woman renames herself “Water” for the tiny, hidden marking on her body—the only clue to her past. Taken in by old Ginny Fitzgerald, a crotchety but kind lady living on a nearby horse farm, Water slowly begins building a new life. But as she attempts to piece together the fleeting slivers of her memory, more questions emerge: Who is the next-door neighbor, quietly toiling under the hood of his Barracuda? Why won’t Ginny let him step foot on her property? And why does Water feel she recognizes him?
Twenty-four-year-old Jesse Welles doesn’t know how long it will be before Water gets her memory back. For her sake, Jesse hopes the answer is never. He knows that she’ll stay so much safer—and happier—that way. And that’s why, as hard as it is, he needs to keep his distance. Because getting too close could flood her with realities better left buried.
The trouble is, water always seems to find its way to the surface.
K.A. Tucker’s newest novel is full of mystery, suspense, drama, romance, and betrayal. Readers will have an impossible time putting this one down once they get started. It has some similarities to the style of her previous series, Ten Tiny Breaths, but it really does stand out.
Alex (Water) has no memory of her life. She doesn’t even know her own name. And don’t worry, it’s not a spoiler for readers to know who she really is. You find that out within the first chapter or two. However, readers don’t find out what happened to Alex or why for quite some time. The story is told in chapters that alternate between the past and present as well as between the points-of-view of Alex and Jesse. It’s the perfect way to tell this story although sometimes I felt like I would have learned more if Alex had been telling parts of the story rather than Jesse. You definitely only get one perspective of every situation which makes things very interesting but also very one-sided.
Alex (Water) is not hard to like and sympathize with, even once you find out some of the things she’s done in the past. Let me go ahead and say this: I don’t condone cheating but I had no issues with it in this book. You’ll see why pretty quickly. Alex is lost and confused for so long. She knows absolutely nothing about her life and it’s hard to even imagine what that is like. No one is looking for her and without the Welles family, she’d have no one and no place to go. However, some good people do come into her life and they help her through her problems. One of them is crotchety old lady Ginny Fitzgerald. Ginny’s story broke my heart but I loved her. She was grouchy and mean but she’s one of those people you just can’t help but come to like. Another person that helped Alex was Jesse. Jesse was a good guy, through and through. He always had Alex’s best interests at heart, no matter what he did. It also didn’t hurt that he was described as being extremely sexy and a gear head. Nothing wrong with that!
The story is fast-paced and heart-pounding. Even though you know what’s going to happen, it’s hard to read the events leading up to it without getting terrified for Alex and Jesse. There are some high stakes in their relationship and those high stakes only made their relationship that much more interesting to me. While the story does seem a bit unbelievable at times, it really comes together perfectly at the end and left me with a smile on my face.
Overall, Burying Water is another fabulous new adult novel from K.A. Tucker. It’s by far one of the best new adult books I’ve read and I look forward to reading the next book in this series.
P.S. I’m not a fan of the name Water. I just could not get used to it. It seemed a bit hippy like to me.
What others are saying about Burying Water:
Itching For Books’ review: “Burying Water has an intriguing plot, great writing, and interesting characters (even the side ones offered something significant), but I feel like there was something missing for me.”
Love Between The Sheets’ review: “Between the storyline and the characters, Ms. Tucker painted a vivid picture that resulted in an intimate, intense, and intriguing tale of what one might do if given the chance to do it all over again, and ultimately what might be lost along the way.”
Four Brits and a Book’s review: “Page after page, chapter after chapter, I was lapping up the words.”
Burying Water – by K.A. Tucker
Kind fingers probe something unseen on my scalp and then, with the sound of the door clicking shut, the doctor asks, “How about we start with the basic questions. Can you please give me your name?”
I open my mouth to answer. It’s such a simple question. Everyone has a name. I have a name. And yet . . . “I don’t . . . I don’t know,” I stammer. How do I not know what my name is? I’m sure it’s the same name I’ve had all my life.
What do I remember about my life? Shouldn’t something about it be registering?
A wave of panic surges through me and the EKG’s telltale beep increases its cadence. Why can’t I seem to recall a single scrap of my life?
Not a face, not a name, not a childhood pet.
Dr. Alwood stops what she’s doing to meet my gaze. “You’ve had a significant head injury. Just try to relax.” Her words come slow and steady. “I’ll tell you what I know. Maybe that will jog your memory. Okay? Just take a few breaths first.” She’s quick to add, “Not too deep.”
I do as instructed, watching my chest lift and fall beneath my blue-and-white checkered gown, cringing with a sharp twinge of pain on my right side with each inhale. Finally, that incessant beeping begins to slow.
I turn my attention back to her. Waiting.
“You were found in the parking lot of an abandoned building nine days ago,” Dr. Alwood begins.
I’ve been here for nine days?
“You were brought into the emergency room by ambulance with extensive, life-threatening trauma to your body. Your injuries were consistent with a physical assault. You had several fractures—to your ribs, your left leg, your right arm, your skull. Your right lung collapsed. You required surgery for a hematoma, a ruptured spleen, and lacerations to . . .” Her calm voice drifts off into obscurity as she recites a laundry list of brutality that can’t possibly have my name at the top of it. “It will take some time to recover from all of these injuries. Do you feel any tightness in your chest now, when you inhale?”
I swallow the rising lump in my throat, not sure how to answer. I’m certainly having difficulty breathing, but I think it has more to do with panic than anything else.
“No,” I finally offer. “I think I’m okay.”
“Good.” She gingerly peels back pieces of gauze from my face—some over the bridge of my nose and another piece running along the right side of my face, from my temple all the way down to my chin. By the slight nod of approval, I’m guessing she’s happy with whatever is beneath. “And how is the air flow through your nose? Any stuffiness?”
I test my nostrils out. “A little.”
She stops her inspection to scribble something on the chart that’s sitting on the side table. “You were very fortunate that Dr. Gonzalez was in Bend on a ski trip. He’s one of the leading plastic surgeons in the country and a very good friend of mine. When I saw you come in, I called him right away. He offered us his skill, pro bono.”
A part of me knows that I should be concerned that I needed a plastic surgeon for my face, and yet I’m more concerned with the fact that I can’t even imagine what that face looks like.
About the author:
Born in small-town Ontario, K.A. Tucker published her first book at the age of six with the help of her elementary school librarian and a box of crayons. She is a voracious reader, and currently resides in a quaint town outside of Toronto with her husband, two beautiful girls, and an exhausting brood of four-legged creatures.