Published: March 17, 2009
MTV Books, paperback
GR Summary: All Meg has ever wanted is to get away. Away from high school. Away from her backwater town. Away from her parents who seem determined to keep her imprisoned in their dead-end lives. But one crazy evening involving a dare and forbidden railroad tracks, she goes way too far...and almost doesn't make it back.
John made a choice to stay. To enforce the rules. To serve and protect. He has nothing but contempt for what he sees as childish rebellion, and he wants to teach Meg a lesson she won't soon forget. But Meg pushes him to the limit by questioning everything he learned at the police academy. And when he pushes back, demanding to know why she won't be tied down, they will drive each other to the edge -- and over....
Holy Johnafter. There's no point in dividing Johnafter into two names. It's so much better as a triple syllabic expression of swoon and sexytimes.
I am praising the book fairies and Jesus and Ceiling Cat and ALL OF THE ENTITIES that I have finally clicked with a Jennifer Echols book. I've enjoyed her others okay enough, but Going Too Far has swept me off my feet to a faraway land of nice, ethical policemen who aren't all donutted and globular. (Obviously imaginary because I've never seen one of these figures to exist.)
I knew there were multiple levels to this story. Meg's rebellion and blue hair and pot-smoking. Johnafter's geographical stagnation and wounded glances toward The Bridge. I KNEW IT. And when two damaged characters are thrown together by fate and lust, yet are bound to fall in the most epic of loves, nothing bad can come of this.
I pummeled through this story like my life depended on it. Like a freight train. Meg was such a BITCH sometimes, but I loved her, even if I didn't agree with all the pushing away she was doing. GO with it, girl. Don't fight the feeling anymore. You've forgotten what you started fighting foooooorrr. And so on. Even the minute details, like how fabulous she was with her illiterate coworker and how she allowed herself to be a guinea pig for recipes (even if there are 1/2 teaspoons of cayenne pepper involved.)
And JOHNAFTER. I don't even know what else to say about this man except if the entire police force could take a page from his book, the world would be a better place. And donut shop employees wouldn't know what to do with themselves.
I have said it before, and I'll say it again: Jennifer Echols has masterful skills in sexual tension. She must've taken classes on the matter. Perhaps she's obtained a Ph.D. I don't know. But whatever it is, she needs to keep doing it. And maybe consider selling those misty spray bottles with fans attached to them with her books as a package deal.
My heart is full and I'm fanning myself just a bit. This book has made me so happy.