This was a horrible book, and by horrible, I mean that I got so engrossed in it that I wanted to cry tears of frustration with the main character, scream at the injustice, and delight when there was finally something to delight in. I struggled to put this down and wound up finishing it in only two days. it is horrible, because I read the second book first and now I not only have to read the first one, but have to check out any other books in the series as well.
It was very well written. The story or plot did not lag in any area, the characters were well-written, and I loathed Martin, his son also started getting there for me too. Beyond a very captivating and tragic story, it moved me as well and resonated within me. Though I have never gone through exactly what Lizzie and the other women have, I know what it is like to be abused and it was like I was reading exact parallels between the characters and what I have gone through. The smooth-talkers who present this perfect image to others making a stark contrast between the honest ones who aren't perfect, then how society tends to cling to that person with the perfect image who plays mind games, believing them over the actual innocent one. I know that all too well, so it was difficult to read this book, and also regarding the relationship between Lizzie and Helena's father and all those fears and concerns. I know that story well too and that brought me to tears. Never has a book moved me so much in my personal life and also re-instilled in me the importance of my own writing to share ugly but necessary truths.
As I was reading some points, I thought how wonderful it would be for a person who is actually suffering through domestic violence to read this book and see it clearly drawn out for them what it looks like, feels like, and the importance of getting out of it, of fighting against it, especially for the sake of the children. Despite some language and premarital sex, this is a very important book.