Just altogether leaving the other person. These two were wonderfully dark and twisty. It starts out kind of slow and builds momentum and you find yourself wondering how these two people with HUGE HUGE sets of issues come together and interact without 1. Why did I hate that I loved it? It was a sad, but a good sad. For me the BEST part of this book was the last quarter of it. He hurts me, he fulfills me, he completes me. To come face to face with the demons I suppressed in my memory. In doing so, he’s forcing me to feel, to heal. And he’s spending his final days living, truly living. He chooses to wear all black, all the time, as if he’s waiting to attend a funeral. He’s pushy, he’s arrogant, he crowds my personal space, and worst of all: he makes me feel. His name is Everett, but I call him rude. The only emotion I feel with any kind of depth is annoyance, and I feel it often.Ī text message sent to the wrong number proves to be my undoing. While people are laughing and kissing and connecting, I’m in the corner. I choose to live my life by observation, not through experience. My body is marked with scars from an attack I don’t remember. “In here,” he said, pushing on the skin above my heart, “you’re ten below zero. Publisher: Whitney Barbetti (August 25, 2014)
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