Somehow, I’d been dragged under by a beautiful, dark angel on death row.
After The Incident, Anson had no other choice than saying goodbye to his mom and job in Michigan to try a new start in Texas. Working as a correction officer in a maximum security prison was supposed to be safer for him, but he wasn’t taking into account those black eyes. Eyes that screamed kindness and peace and love. Suddenly, everything Anson thought he had learned about working with inmates disappears. He can’t stop himself from getting closer and closer to him, even if that means he is playing the kind of game that caused him to give up his previous life. Especially because Anson is starting to believe he shouldn’t even be inside…
This wasn’t for me, but it was not the book’s fault. I’ll try to do my best so you can decide whether it will be for you.
Inside follows his life as a correction officer, how he met a prisoner sentenced to death and how it affected their lives forever. It’s a story to feel, to suffer with the suspense and the unfairness and the horrible reminder that not everyone who is in prison is guilty of the crimes they are paying for. About someone who still believes there are good people behind bars even when life has made sure to show him otherwise. About hope and fear and love, the quiet type of love that is born from mutual understanding and a sense of place.
“You make me dream things I have no business dreaming.”
I don’t know if it was the writing or the character, but Anson's POV wasn’t working for me and the entire story was told by him. Anson and B had the kind of comfortable love I don’t really vibe with and Anson was not a character I could relate to. I might be too unromantic for this, but I couldn’t make peace with the fact that Anson didn’t really have doubts, that he believed B didn’t have the eyes of an assassin and that’s it. Especially because Anson was afraid of him when they first met. I think I went hoping for a more angsty, confused MC I could more easily relate to, a more powerful reason to believe him than this:
“A person’s soul can’t lie. Whatever mask they wear, whatever reality they want you to believe will only be on the surface. The truth is in a person’s eyes. They are gateways into your soul. If you look hard enough, deep enough, then you’ll see what’s real and what’s not. You’ll see their nature. You’ll see the truth. And you’re not a monster.”
I mean, who needs a trial when you have Anson Miller, reader of souls?
I’m sorry about how skeptical I am, but I'm a science girl. I don’t believe there is something in our eyes that lets us see anything. On top of that, I quickly realized I had predicted everything that was going to happen: from the ending to that ‘plot twist’ around 80%.
You may be thinking why I didn’t dnf this. Well, I had one of those weeks where you refuse not to enjoy yet another book, and I was curious about the premise of the next book, because I had a feeling I was going to vibe with it better. Turns out I finished the second and it wasn’t for me either-yeah, shocking. Still, I was glad I read it because it gave me perspective about something I had never read about before, but the writing still didn’t make me feel anything. I’m starting to realize Nicky James' writing works really well for me when there is action I don’t see coming going on, but when the plot is more slow-paced I struggle to keep reading because it doesn’t make me feel as much as an emotional book should. or maybe C.L.Beaumont has destroyed all my future emotional romances because his writing makes me feel too much.
Anyway, here it is a quote that may help you decide in what side of the spectrum (romantic Anson or skeptical Javier) are you:
[Anson’s POV]
“We have a connection. I think we’re tied together, him and I. Somehow. For the first time, my future seems clear. Except, in the same breath, it’s hanging on by a thread. If that thread breaks, not only will I lose him, but I’ll lose what we are meant to have. I’ll lose the one path I was supposed to follow. The future that once seemed impossible.”
[Javier]’s lips were pinched together, and the minute we made eye contact, he snorted, spraying beer across the deck as he laughed. “I’m sorry. Oh my God. I’m so sorry.”
“Fuck you.” I couldn’t help but laugh with him as I crossed my arms in defiance. “You’re a dick”.
“Dude, that was some deep, romantic shit you just spewed. It was poetic. I can’t even…” He kept laughing, unable to contain it. () “We are tied together, I love him. If he dies, I die.”
[insert music from titanic]
↬ Death Row Chronicles:
1. Inside: 2.5 stars
2. Outside: 3 stars