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Indlæser... One Hundred & Thirty-Six Scarsaf Amo Jones
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Bliv medlem af LibraryThing for at finde ud af, om du vil kunne lide denne bog. Der er ingen diskussionstråde på Snak om denne bog. I liked this book but I wanted to love it. It had elements of some of my favorite books but at one point I had to literally throw up my hands and shout, "Pick a plot dammit" It just seemed like the author tried to pack every single element she found tantalizing into the plot line. As a result, I found it ridiculous. For me, it was like being on the verge of something great, like a wonderful orgasm, only to be left high and dry. Among the issues that drove me nuts, were editing mistakes. There its point of telling me that the character removed her bra; only to read a page later that she is still wearing it. Stuff like that takes me right out of the story and reminds me that it is just a story. I found the dialog to be all over the place, like the vernacular was changing all the time. I mean was the story about abuse and resilience, about motorcycle clubs, about private armies, about genetically engineered warriors, oh, I know, let's put it all in there!! This is not to say that I won't give Ms. Jones many more chances, because I will. But maybe someday, you could edit this book a little and have the dynamite product it wants to be. ( ) ingen anmeldelser | tilføj en anmeldelse
Belongs to SeriesThe Devil's Own (1)
MeadowI was four years old when I learned what evilness the world could bring. I fought through life with my scarred soul, wrangled through the dark empty nights where I'd pray I didn't wake up the next morning. I would shut my eyes and mentally take myself to my happy place.Red rosesThe sound of waves crashing on the sand under my feet. The final time the cold blade pushed up against my thigh, and I waited for my blood to trickle over the other One hundred and thirty-six scars that covered my skin-- never came. Who was this man who just saved me? He had no idea how close I came to ending myself that day. I was ready to blow my brains all over the bedroom walls and I had a nine sitting under my pillow to prove it.BeastSome people have families, I had engineered human killing machines surrounding me my whole life. I'd been a part of this unit since I was a baby, raised in a community that was shut off from the real world. A community where we were nothing but empty vessels, until Hella (my best friend) and I escaped. Hella took us to a girl who was in foster care with him before he was summoned into The Army. After finding out yet another complication in my life, I needed space. I booked in to a run down apartment, ready to clear my head. Only my head didn't clear, because I was haunted every night from the screams that would vibrate through my walls.This is not a story of a perfect man coming in to save the day. This is a story of what happens when fate interferes and two completely broken souls collide. No library descriptions found. |
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