Review for Fall for Anything by Courtney Summers

Fall For Anything

Author: Courtney Summers
Publisher: St. Martin's Griffin
Source:Public Library
Challenge: Library Challenge
230 pages

"When Eddie Reeves’s father commits suicide her life is consumed by the nagging question of why? Why when he was a legendary photographer and a brilliant teacher? Why when he seemed to find inspiration in everything he saw? And, most important, why when he had a daughter who loved him more than anyone else in the world? When she meets Culler Evans, a former student of her father’s and a photographer himself, an instant and dangerous attraction begins. Culler seems to know more about her father than she does and could possibly hold the key to the mystery surrounding his death. But Eddie’s vulnerability has weakened her and Culler Evans is getting too close. Her need for the truth keeps her hanging on...but are some questions better left unanswered?"- Goodreads

As the reader, I could tell Courtney Summers put a lot of effort in her book, this is not something that can be thrown together. It is a gripping story of a girl named Eddie that wants one question answered in regards to her father's suicidal death; why? And she will do anything to find the answer.

I didn't quite connect with Eddie throughout the story, it wasn't because she was a flat character I just found it hard. I understand fully why she is so sad and has attitude problems but it was too much sadness for me. I felt terrible for her the whole book but sometimes I wanted to have a serious discussion with her about why she did certain things. It was so random sometimes I was like, what? What was the point? The other name mentioned in the description is Culler Evans. *Slight spoilers, highlight to read* The moment he came on the scene (as a few have said) my hackles were up. He was nice enough but I got this weird vibe from him. But Eddie, oh dear Eddie, she fell for him and the hotel scene - what was up with that?! Strange. Random. I get she is mourning and he feels the same way as her and that their both looking for answers but seriously she was way too trusting. Why not spend time with her best friend Milo? I can see why she might be attracted to this Culler Evans but frankly he was not one of the characters I liked. Then there was Milo. Eddie's best friend. I really liked his character because he cared so much for her and was trying to help her... and gosh he was just so sweet sometimes!

The plot was ok. She was trying to find the answer to why her father killed himself but well that didn't work out. That was the main focus of this story. Plus that of her family trying to recover from the loss. This book was very eye-opening, the ending was not one that I personally enjoyed. It was realistic but after all that work she went through it just didn't cut it for me.

It was a very derpressing , complicated, emotional book that I would tell people who like these books to try but for me I like happier books. Courtney Summers did an awesome job though conveying her message!

Excerpt:

My hands are dying.
I keep trying to explain it to Milo, but he just looks at me like I’m crazy.
”They don’t feel warm–they haven’t.” I squeeze the tips of my fingers as hard as I can, which hurts. “They’re not numb, though…”
”Maybe you have that… Raynaud’s disease,” he says. He takes my right hand and studies my fingers. They seem healthy pink. He shakes his head. “They’re not blue.”
”But they’re cold.”
”They feel warm to me.”
”They feel cold,” I insist.
”Okay, Eddie,” he says. “They’re cold.”
I jerk my hands from his and then I rub them together. Friction. Heat. Milo can say what he wants; they’re freezing. It’s the hottest summer Branford has seen in something like ten years, but I haven’t been able to get my hands to warm up since it happened.
I hold them up again. They don’t even look like my hands anymore. They don’t even look like anything that could belong to me, even though they’re clearly attached.
”They’re different” I tell him.
”Would you please put your hands down?” he asks. “Jesus.”
My hands have changed. I catch Milo looking at them sometimes, and I see it on his face that they’re different, no matter what he’s saying now.