Love, Lucas
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A powerful story of loss, second chances, and first love, reminiscent of Sarah Dessen and John Green.
When Oakley Nelson loses her older brother, Lucas, to cancer, she thinks she’ll never recover. Between her parents’ arguing and the battle she’s fighting with depression, she feels nothing inside but a hollow emptiness. When Mom suggests they spend a few months in California with Aunt Jo, Oakley isn’t sure a change of scenery will alter anything, but she’s willing to give it a try.
In California, Oakley discovers a sort of safety and freedom in Aunt Jo’s beach house. Once they’re settled, Mom hands her a notebook full of letters addressed to herfrom Lucas. As Oakley reads one each day, she realizes how much he loved her, and each letter challenges her to be better and to continue to enjoy her life. He wants her to move on.
If only it were that easy.
But then a surfer named Carson comes into her life, and Oakley is blindsided. He makes her feel again. As she lets him in, she is surprised by how much she cares for him, and that’s when things get complicated. How can she fall in love and be happy when Lucas never got the chance to do those very same things?
With her brother’s dying words as guidance, Oakley knows she must learn to listen and trust again. But will she have to leave the past behind to find happiness in the future?
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Chantele Sedgwick
Chantele Sedgwick is a young adult author, harpist, wife to one, and mom to four. She loves to read (of course), Kit Kats, anything coconut, and is a little obsessed with dinosaurs and Harry Potter. She is the author of Love, Lucas, Switching Gears, and Interlude. Chantele lives in Utah with her family.
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Readers find this title emotional and uplifting. It leaves them with a lot to think about life and moving on when we lose a loved one. The book is a touching story that may require tissues nearby. However, some readers find the main character annoying and feel no connection to the story. They find it bland, boring, and unrealistic. The climax is abrupt and doesn't make sense. Overall, the book is unrealistic and may not appeal to everyone.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5I'm so happy I read this book - it was emotional and uplifting at the same time. It left me with a lot to think about life and moving on when we lose a loved one. Be sure to have tissues nearby as you'll need them. I loved Carson and he was just the person Oakley needed during her grief. I recommend this book it's truly a touching story.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5I love it so much to my three time reading it
- Rating: 1 out of 5 stars1/5Oakley was so ANNOYING!! I felt no connection to anything. this book was 'a lot of tell but not do' I don't really care for Lucas's letters as much as I thought. I didn't feel the connection between her and her brother. it's just too bland and fairly boring. the relationship between her and Carson was so unrealistic.
and then the climax though. It's feel abrupt and didn’t make sense. Its so ridiculous and Oakley ugh!! all that nonsense. I can't stand her. Overall this was so unrealistic.
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Love, Lucas - Chantele Sedgwick
CHAPTER 1
Everyone tells me funerals help with the grieving process, but I think those people are full of crap. If anything, they make you more depressed than you already are.
I stare at my brother’s casket as we gather around the gravesite. A few inches of snow covers the ground around us and I shiver at the cold breeze biting at my skin. Dad blows his nose and I glance over and see Mom crying into the shoulder of his coat. I’m not sure how she even has tears left.
I know I’m supposed to feel something. Anything. Relief that Lucas is out of pain. Anger that he was taken so early from us. Sadness that I’ll never hear his laugh or see his smiling face again.
Instead I feel only a hollow emptiness inside my chest. He took part of me with him. I can already feel the hole he left behind, waiting for something to fill it. But I know no one can ever take the place of my best friend.
Mom grabs my arm and gives it a squeeze. She holds out a tissue but I don’t take it. I haven’t cried since the night at the hospital. The night he left us. I know so much emotion is built up inside of me, looking for a chance to escape, but for some reason I can’t, no, won’t let it out. Something’s wrong with me.
Dad wraps an arm around my waist. I don’t move. My arms are like weights at my side. Lifeless. Like Lucas.
Mom says something to me and presses a long stemmed rose into my hand. I stare at it and say nothing. I’ve always hated flowers at funerals. They’re supposed to make you feel happy. Not depressed.
People around me move one by one toward the casket and place their roses on top. As I watch them, my fist closes and I crush the delicate petals of my flower into my palm. The maimed rose slides from my fingers and drops to the ground.
I can’t handle this. Everyone is so sad. Red faces, puffy eyes. The world seems to move in slow motion as Dad places his rose on the casket. Mom does the same. My breath catches as I notice everyone staring at me, waiting for me to do something. Anything.
Dad urges me forward to take my turn, but my feet refuse to move. He keeps his hand on my back and I take a deep breath before I look up at him. His eyes are sad as they fall on the pieces of the rose at my feet. He doesn’t say anything about it, just grabs my hand and meets my gaze, but the look he gives me while his eyes fill with tears is more than I can handle. I have to get out of here. I step away from him, take one last look at the casket, and turn around.
Oakley? Where are you going?
Dad asks.
I don’t answer, just push past him and move through the crowd as my heart hammers in my chest.
Mom calls my name. Dad calls for me, too. I keep walking and don’t look back.
CHAPTER 2
My parents are arguing again. Mom quit her job at the bank. It didn’t go over very well with Dad, who has thrown himself into his job like a madman. I know they’re both grieving in their own ways but they should talk to each other about it, not fight. Fighting gets you nowhere.
I listen to their raised voices for a moment and put on my headphones when Mom starts crying. I can’t handle hearing her sob all night again, so I turn my iPod on and music blasts in my ears. Nothing like a bunch of guitars and screaming to drown out my parents and my own thoughts. If I can’t hear them, they’re not there.
I lie on my bed and stare at the glow-in-the-dark stars that light up the ceiling. Lucas bought them for me for my sixteenth birthday. He even made his own constellation out of them and called it Luca Major. Stupid, but funny. It makes me miss him even more.
The light flips on and I turn my head to see Mom standing in the doorway. I pause my music and sit up.
Sorry,
she says. I knocked, but you didn’t answer.
I shrug. It’s fine.
My voice is hoarse. It was so hard for me to say those two words. I haven’t spoken since the funeral three days ago, and no one’s really spoken to me either.
She hesitates in the doorway but finally comes to sit on the edge of my bed. Oakley,
she starts. She takes a deep breath and reaches out to tuck my dark hair behind my ear. I pull away from her touch. After all the time and energy she’s spent on my brother the past few years, it’s foreign to me. Your father and I have been talking. I’ve decided to go live with Aunt Jo for a while. Maybe just until summer. I need some time . . .
She swallows and blinks back the moisture in her eyes. I need time away from here for a while.
Okay . . .
I say. Great. She’s abandoning me. First Lucas, now her. I breathe in and out. I still don’t feel much. Just empty.
I wanted to see if . . . well . . .
She smoothes my hair down, and though I consider protesting, I let her. Honey, I want you to come with me.
My heart races. You’re not getting divorced, are you?
I pray she says no. I can’t handle anything else going wrong. Not now. Not when I need at least some normalcy in my life.
She shakes her head. No. Your father and I are fine. We just . . . grieve differently.
The way she says it confirms that they’re not fine. She takes a shaky breath. Anyway, just think about coming with me, okay? You don’t have to be in school since you graduated early, and you don’t have a job or anything. I think it could be good for you to get away from everything.
I think about her offer. Even though I’ll miss Dad, I’d love to get away. I could leave my depressing life behind for the spring and maybe heal a little before I have to decide what to do with my life. College and all that crap. I’ll leave my house and put all the memories of Lucas and my old friends and their whispers behind my back. It would be nice to get away from it all. Away from the uncomfortable silence whenever I see anyone who knows me. I know they aren’t sure what to say; I mean, what do you say to someone who just lost her brother? Even if they have something to say, I’m not sure I’d want to hear it anyway.
Remember, Jo lives in California now, if that makes a difference. Huntington Beach. She has a really nice house with room to spare.
I crack a smile. It feels strange on my lips but it’s a start. If I go with Mom, I could use my camera again. The thought of taking pictures comforts me. Just a little. I turn toward her and meet her eyes. Okay,
I whisper.
She puts her arms around me in an awkward hug. I’m not sure what to do with my own arms, so I lift one and softly pat her back. Physical contact has been nonexistent with her for a while now. She’s not the touchy-feely type. We get along well enough, but for her to hug me . . . I’m sure it takes a lot.
We’re going to be okay,
she says. It sounds like she’s trying to reassure herself more than me. She pulls away, pats my leg, and stands. We’re leaving tomorrow morning, so you’d better start packing. I’ve already booked the flights.
I frown. That doesn’t surprise me at all. So . . . you were going to drag me there whether I wanted to go or not?
She shrugs. I think it will be good for you. For us.
I want to say something else but don’t have the energy as thoughts of Lucas pop into my head again. Instead, I swallow the lump in my throat, give her a quick nod, and she leaves me alone.
Spending the next few months with Aunt Jo might be a good thing. She’s a marine biologist or veterinarian or something, so maybe she’ll distract me with some of her work. And I’ve never been to a real beach before since our family doesn’t really leave the state of Utah. The only beachy place I’ve been is Antelope Island. This tiny island in the middle of the Great Salt Lake that’s covered with mosquitoes, flies, and brine shrimp. As for animals, I’m sure there are a few antelope here and there, but I’ve never seen any. Just a whole lot of buffalo. Antelope Island . . . covered in buffalo. Go figure.
A real beach. The thought sounds amazing. I’ve only seen pictures of Aunt Jo in the ocean. I’d love to have some photos of my own to hang on my wall. I climb off my bed and go look for a suitcase. Tomorrow can’t come soon enough.
My ears pop as we land in California. Mom grabs her carry-on from the overhead compartment and passes me my guitar. I already have my backpack on my lap. We both keep our jumbled thoughts to ourselves. When the line starts to move, I stand, and we follow the crowd and exit the stuffy plane.
Aunt Jo is waiting for us at baggage claim. She runs to Mom and they hug forever, even though they saw each other at the funeral four days ago. Everyone around us is staring, so I move away from them and wait for our suitcases to come down the chute and onto the turnstile. I don’t want to talk about Lucas, so I let them have a moment to themselves.
How are you doing, Oakley? You hangin’ in there?
I flinch at Jo’s hand on my shoulder. I’m good.
I grab my suitcase and she lets go. I don’t miss the look she gives Mom.
They’re worried about me. They can see through the fake smile I put on for everyone who asks how I’m doing. I don’t know why I pretend everything’s okay when clearly it’s not. Lucas is gone. How can anything be okay when he’s not here? He was the only person in my life I could count on.
Oakley, honey, you ready?
Mom looks over at me with a sad but hopeful smile.
Yes.
I throw my backpack over my shoulder and my guitar over the other and follow them to the car, dragging my suitcase behind me.
The drive to Jo’s house is quiet. I study her and my mom for a while. It’s weird that they’re even sisters. They look nothing alike. Mom’s short dark hair is neat and straight, while Jo’s is long with light wild curls. Mom is pale with soft skin, and Jo is tan and rough-looking from being outside all the time. I look like Mom. Dark hair and pale skin. Sort of like death.
They’re so different. Their lives especially. Mom married Dad when she was only nineteen. They were high school sweethearts. Obviously it isn’t working out too well. I wonder why Jo never married, but I don’t ask. I’m not in the mood for conversation.
Jo’s house is beautiful. It’s right across the street from the beach. There are windows everywhere. Huge rectangular windows that face the ocean. I’ve always dreamed of living in a house like this. It seems so peaceful. Safe from whispers and gossip. Just what I need.
You like it?
Jo asks.
I meet her eyes in the rearview mirror and smile. It’s perfect.
She puts the car in park and glances at Mom for a second before looking at me again. I fixed one of the guest rooms up for you so you’ll have some privacy while you’re here. I remember what it was like being a teenager. And your mom told me you like your space. Hopefully you can call it your home away from home for a while.
She gives me a wink before she gets out.
I open the door and step outside as well, breathing in the salty air. It’s strange and different from what I’m used to back home, but right and wonderful at the same time. This is where I’m supposed to be right now and I’m so happy I came.
Palm trees peak around the edge of the house and I have the sudden desire to climb one. I breathe in the ocean air again and grin. For some reason I feel lighter than before. Like all my troubles will magically melt away the moment I step into that beautiful house. But as memories of the past few weeks slam into me again, I realize the depressing fact that fantasy never wins over reality. Even when it should.
We unload our bags and I follow Jo and Mom up the front steps. Jo opens the door and Mom steps back so I can go in first. My jaw drops as I look around.
The inside is gorgeous. Sunlight spills in through the windows, making it almost as bright as outside. The rooms are open. Not stuffy or crowded, but roomy. I’m surprised by Jo’s color choice. The furniture is white, with yellow flowers and throw pillows to accent the living room. A perfect choice for a house like this.
I drop my bags near the door for a moment and take my time walking around the front room, admiring the little seashells accenting the tables. Of course they’re not plastic. They’re very real, and that makes me happy.
Mom’s heels click on the white tile floor and echo through the house. She turns around and smiles. Jo, I love it,
she says. It’s amazing.
Thanks. It was a bunch of work fixing it up, but I think it turned out nicely.
Jo smiles and turns to me. Your room is the last one on the left if you want to check it out.
I grab my bags as I make my way down the hall and open my bedroom door. My eyes widen as I see how big it is. A bed dominates most of the room, with a dresser and mirror across from it. The same sort of decorations are in here as well. Seashells on the glass nightstand near the bed and a few pictures of the ocean hung up on the walls. I throw my backpack on the ground and set my guitar on the bed. My fingers skim the pretty white bedspread. It’s not quite my style, since my room back home is decorated with orange, pink, and lime green, but it works.
I glance around and notice a walk-in closet. Nice. Not that I have a ton of clothes, but still. My favorite part of the room is the French doors that lead outside to a small covered patio. I peek out the window and grin. There’s a hammock and lounge chair and a huge swimming pool. It’s nice and blue. Clean. I wonder if Jo has a pool man, since she obviously makes a ton of money to live in a place like this.
I walk around for a while and go through the fence to the front yard. It’s surreal to be so close to the ocean. My feet start walking on their own and I cross the street and head toward the sand and waves. My first time ever at a beach, and I’ve heard Huntington is really nice.
My flip-flops are covered in sand so I slip them off. I smile at the feel of the sand between my toes. Again, I feel safe. Free. Ready for a new beginning.
The beach is different than I imagined. In all the pictures I’ve seen, there are always a ton of people lying on the sand, tanning. I look around. There aren’t a lot of people out at all. At least not today. An older couple sits a few yards away under big umbrellas. The lady is reading a book and the man I assume is her husband is taking a nap. A few people are playing volleyball further down the beach and there are some surfers bobbing in the water.
It’s like heaven. I walk until I feel the icy ocean water touch my feet. It sends a little shock through my body, but I don’t care. It’s awesome. After a few minutes of watching the tiny waves roll up around my ankles while my feet sink into the mud, I walk back up the beach and sit down in the sand. It’s warm, but a cool breeze caresses my skin. Fascinated, I watch the waves crash into the beach and the surfers riding them so effortlessly.
I sink my toes deeper into the sand and smile. I think I’m going to like it here.
CHAPTER 3
Mom wakes me from a deep sleep. I know it’s her by the way she rubs little circles on my back. My mind is fuzzy, but I manage a groan and roll over in an attempt to get away from her. She lets out a soft sigh. Oakley, wake up. I need to talk to you,
she says.
Leave me alone,
I whisper.
It’s been two days since we got here. Two days, and all I’ve done is lie in my room staring at the wall. The reality of losing Lucas has settled around me like a dark, suffocating cloud and won’t let me go. I know I’m suffering from some kind of depression but the thought of doing something about it makes me tired. I can’t handle a shrink right now.
Mom keeps rubbing my back but I ignore her. Last night was the first time I slept all night. I haven’t slept well since Lucas was admitted to the hospital. It feels like forever ago. I close my eyes again, trying to remember the dream I was having. It was a good dream. I remember feeling happy.
Please, Oakley. Just look at me for a second.
I let out an annoyed breath and roll to face her. Her dark eyes are worried, like she’s afraid if she looks away, I’ll disappear or something. I told you last night, I’m fine. I’m just catching up on some sleep.
No, it’s not about that. I have something for you.
What?
She bites her lip. Honey,
she says. Her voice shakes and I sit up, wondering why she sounds so nervous. I . . . um . . .
There’s a small notebook in her hand and she hands it to me. Lucas asked me to give this to you. Before he died.
Her voice shakes on the last word.
I freeze. What is it?
She shrugs. It’s for you. He wanted you to read it.
I take it. It’s one of those black-and-white composition notebooks that I used in a few classes at school. My name is written on the front in his handwriting. I run my fingertips over it, not sure if I want to open it and read the contents. I’m still feeling so many