My 1st book by S.D. Hendrickson was The Mason List. I read it in my pre-blogging days, but it is still one of my most recommended books. It is part of the reason I started blogging, because after reading it… I NEEDED to talk to people about it. I saw My Lucky Days, and had to have it. After reading this, I’m pretty sure S.D. Hendrickson is an auto-buy author for me. Luckily I’ve only missed one of her books, so I don’t have much to catch up on, but the 2 books that I’ve read are absolutely incredible.
I grew up listening to country music, but left it far behind in my teenage years. This book made me want to revisit the old country stations and reminisce. Each chapter is named after a country song (mostly well known classics). The prologue is named after my mom’s favorite song (and current ringtone) Hello Darlin’ by Conway Twitty. I knew immediately that this was going to be an interesting experience. I loved trying to figure out how each song (of the ones I knew) was going to relate to the chapter.
I will admit that this book didn’t resonate as deeply as The Mason List did. And that’s OK. I think books that make you feel that way are rare and I what I did get from this book was still amazing. It was still a 5 star read, and I felt the ending was even better. My Lucky Days was a unique reading experience. I fell in love with Lucky and couldn’t have asked for a better ending.
And in case you missed it….
I received a copy of this book from Give Me Books Promotions in exchange for an honest review.
He was an up-and-coming country singer.
She was the last girl you’d ever see in a bar.
But one night, under those neon lights,
Lucky and Katie found each other.
Beginnings are always exciting.
Always fun. Always hopeful.
Katie was in her last year of college.
Lucky was still playing local stages.
She fell for his voice. She fell for his words.
They fell in love.
It was beautiful.
But time changed their world.
She was alone. He was on the road.
And that love was torn apart.
Endings are always painful.
Always heart wrenching.
But not always final.
One day, Lucky came back to Katie.
And this is their story.
I woke up sometime later to the sound of my phone buzzing next to me. Peering at the screen, I saw Lucky’s name. I answered with a grin. “Hey.”
I imagined him sitting in his house in Nashville with his sexy smile and messy hair. And that image was better than all the other images I’d had today.
“Did I wake you up?”
“No, I’m watching TV. Well, I kind of fell asleep in here, I guess.” I glanced at the clock, and it said one-thirty in the morning.
“So you are sleeping on the couch instead of out with your roommates?”
“How do you know they aren’t home?”
I heard his chuckle. “Same reason I know you are wrapped in a brown blanket.”
I jumped up from the couch and spun around in a circle. And then I saw Lucky, looking into the house through the dining room window. The rush I felt was bigger than I expected. A high that drowned out all the other feelings. “How long have you been watching me?”
“Well, long enough to see that you probably snore because your mouth was wide open. And I think you drool too.”
“No . . .” I shut my eyes. “Get in here.”
I hung up and went to the door. He was already on the steps by the time I had it open.
“So I was in the neighborhood.” He grinned. “Thought I would stop by.”
The flutters in my chest held me captive. Lucky might be the star, but right now, I felt like all the lights in the world had shifted their focus onto me.
Before I could say a word, Lucky pulled me into his arms as he kissed me hard, grinding his mouth against mine. He was holding me, running his hands over my body, into my hair, against my cheek.
I knew in that moment, the inevitable lonely ache that was destined to follow our relationship would be worth the torment—if those days allowed me to experience this mind-consuming rush of happiness that came each time he returned home.