Audiobook Review: Jane’s Melody by Ryan Winfield

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Audiobook Review: Jane’s Melody by Ryan Winfield
Jane's Melody
Book Info

Released: October 7th 2013
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Series: Jane's Melody #1
Length: 9 hrs and 26 mins
Pages: 336
 

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“It was heartbreaking, romantic and inspiring.” ~ Under the Covers

Winfield did a fabulous job with the story line. He captured my full attention to hear and feel Jane and Caleb’s story. It was heartbreaking, romantic and inspiring. Everything Winfield wrote seemed realistic that I question the fictional status of this book. Everything felt painfully real.

Losing anyone you love is definitely heartbreaking, and Jane’s story is no different. She had lost her daughter, and now she is all alone. I have not lost anyone very close to me, but I understood her heartaches, hardships and loneliness. Winfield did a great job making me feel her loss. I’m glad Jane found Caleb. He is a musician from the streets, younger, but obviously with an old soul and he has a connection to her daughter. Though at first, her reason to get close to Caleb was to hold on to anything Melody, Jane managed to go beyond that and saw a reason to move on. She found life in Caleb and decided to live it with him.

I have to admit; there’s a little bit more steam than I expected in this book. I’ve only read a few male authors but usually, I enjoy the steam factor from a female author more than of the male author. But Winfield did a great job with the love scenes in this book. After a few chapters of getting to know each other, Caleb and Jane hit it off. They were hot together, and there was not a hint of insta-love between them nor were there any pretenses.

I started this novel via audiobook, but I had to switch to ebook because the narrator’s voice for Caleb made him sound way too young. The persona she tried to project did not fit Caleb’s character, IMO. Yes, his is younger than Jane, but he is also very mature. The narrator did not do him justice.

The ending is not how I would like it, but I knew there was a sequel to the story, so I was content with it. If you decide to give this book a chance and I suggest you do, I recommend reading it in print and stay clear from the audiobook. I finished book two, Jane’s Harmony just before writing this review, and I can tell you that it is just as good as this one if not better.

*Review copy provided by publisher

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About Ryan Winfield

Hi, I'm Ryan Winfield. I'm a 39-year-old writer living in Seattle. Author of the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestseller Jane's Melody: A Novel, South of Bixby Bridge, and The Park Service Trilogy. I hope you enjoy my books and I'd love to hear from you here or on Facebook

I've been asked why I write. I write because I remember.

I remember waking up to snow. Great buckets of it poured from the gray skies and blanketing everything in quiet white. I remember racing to dress, struggling with my boots. "Here, don't forget your mittens." I remember the soft thump of that first footstep in the cold and virgin powder, the tracks looking back, foghorns blowing on the mist-covered bay. I feel the canvas paper bag cutting into my shoulders, the weight of Sunday's headlines heavy on my mind. I see the trees bowed with armloads of white, as if to curtsey my passing. I remember rubber bands and ink stained hands. A car spun sideways in a ditch. Always a car. Then barking dogs, a distant chainsaw. Freckles throwing fastballs that hurt for the cold of them on my neck. I remember snowmen, and igloos, and icy trails through the white and wondrous woods. And I remember sweet Mrs. Johnson waiting at her door. The smell of Avon powder, her thin smile, an envelope pressed into my palm--ten dollars and a peppermint candy cane thank you. Evening now. I remember running downtown--Salvation Army bells, white lights strung in sidewalk trees, bundled shoppers bent against the wind. I remember the heavy door, the warmth, the wood. The bookstore! Smells of paper and leather and ink. Walls of worlds bound and waiting for me to read.

Nothing has affected me as much as reading has. Dickens, Tolkien, and Lewis raised me. And while I've walked through my own hell, made my own mistakes, and found my own redemption, always there have been books. Books to help me escape, books to teach me when to stay and fight, books to help me see where I've been wrong and where I've been right.

I write because I remember. And I write because I still dream.

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  1. Thanks for the review, I purchased Jane’s Melody last year when it was self published but haven’t read it yet.

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