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336 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 7, 2015


“Ben’s father, William Collingsworth, broke Mother’s heart. He was her first love, and he used her. He drew her into his world when they were teenagers and then just pushed her out of it when he found some other girl. Mother went back to New York, to the city. She was heartbroken and desperate, so she tried to lose herself in the crowds, in whatever made her feel less alone. When she got pregnant from some worthless one-night stand, I was the only thing she had.God help us all. But isn't dedicating your only daughter's life to revenge over a breakup a little extreme? The book itself asks that question.
I step back from him. “She deserves her revenge. He broke her heart, so now she’ll break his.”
He bites the inside of his lip as if he wants to say something, but decides not to, taking a deep breath. Instead, he asks, “But why couldn’t she have been happy? Why couldn’t she have found a job, raised you, lived a normal life?”No, really. Tell me what I don't understand. And honestly, there's no good reason except for the fact that both mother and daughter are stupid batshit crazy bitches. I honestly have no idea who the hell thought the concept behind this book was a good idea.
I stare at him, at his furrowed brow and piercing brown eyes. He doesn’t understand at all.
Like a Siren from the Greek myths Mother made me read, I will seduce Ben to my side. I will make him fall in love with me, and then I’ll wrap him around my finger and snap his heart in two, until he is broken completely. And his father will know my mother’s wrath.You don't practically kidnap a little boy---and raise him in even MORE isolation than your daughter, not even giving him a name (which, by the way, is the saddest, most pathetic attempt at a Heathcliff I've ever read).
Boy, or so Mother called him, was the son of the man who always helped Mother. Helper, as I named him in my head, had been attached to Mother since as long as I could remember. I used to think he was my father, actually, but when I called him that, Mother laughed her winter chill laugh and declared me an idiot.And with the inclusion of Heathcliff-wannabe along with the boy she is intent on seducing...you guessed it. We have ourselves a motherfucking love triangle. Not to mention she fails miserably at her goal and starts having FEELINGS for the boy she is supposed to seduce the first time he kisses her.
Boy and his father lived in the guesthouse in our backyard. Boy was three years older than me but never went to school. I taught him how to read and write as I learned it, but we had to do it secretly. Mother had forbidden it. Boy was her servant, was made to cook meals and take care of the house and the yard.
I can’t remember what I was thinking when we kissed. Or even if I was thinking anything at all. I know I started kissing him because I was supposed to, but then . . .I can't reiterate it enough, this book is so awful, and the main character is hysterically bad. Her selling point: looking like a sk8er girl.
I’m traveling down a dangerous road, I tell myself, stepping out of the shower and twisting my hair up in a towel. I can’t give my heart to a boy who will most certainly break it. Not again.
I wear the uniform I was required to buy, but I know it looks nothing like anyone else’s. I shortened the red and black plaid skirt and ripped the hem, making it jagged and frayed. I paired it with black tights and sparkly gold ballet flats, to soften the edginess of the skirt. My white shirtsleeves are rolled up to my elbows to show off arms cluttered with bangles: gold and red and black. I’ve bared my throat, having unbuttoned my shirt until you can see just a hint of cleavage, though there’s not much there to show. The pale skin of my neck and the vulnerable cut of my collarbones will be the focal points. I painted on a thin dash of black eyeliner, making my deep blue eyes pop. I skipped the blush and added dark red lipstick to contrast with my pale skin.Oh, honey, Avril Lavigne did it 15 years ago. You're just old news now. Hot Topic stores are everywhere.
My hair, though, my best feature, I’ve left alone. It hangs long and black down to the middle of my back, a thick mass of glossy hair that tempts you to run your fingers through it.
I am irresistible.
I bite my lip, as if his words have affected me. “I don’t think so,” I say, letting my voice become breathless, uncertain.And her methods of being a pretend student, of getting to know Ben, of being a student at a school, is so fucking dumb. Listen, I may not have devoted my life to revenge, but I think I know a few things or two about infiltration. Number one, you don't draw attention to yourself in a bad way, you stand out, but not too much. It's all about subtlety. The main character is as subtle as a slap to the face. There is a selling point, of course, there has to be a way of getting noticed, but the main character does it all wrong. She can't decide what she wants to be.
I snap my eyes to his. “What are they?” I ask, breathless and feminine, as if I don’t know.
I look up, feigning confusion. As if he has plucked me out of the world I was immersed in and pulled me back into this one. “Sorry?”
I widen my eyes as if I’m surprised, then widen them even more as if hurt. “Is that what they’re calling me?”
“Sure she was,” I say casually. “I’ve heard the stories about you. Where else would she have learned to be such a slut?”There is no methodology and no common sense to the way she goes about her mission. She wants to be a seductress, a Siren, a courtesan wannabe. All I see a a pathetic little wannabe sk8er girl. See you l8er.

I wear the uniform I was required to buy, but I know it looks nothing like anyone else’s. I shortened the red and black plaid skirt and ripped the hem, making it jagged and frayed. I paired it with black tights and sparkly gold ballet flats, to soften teh edginess of the skirt. My white skirtsleeves are rolled up to my elbows to show off arms cluttered with bangles: gold and red and black. I’ve bared my throat, having unbuttoned my shirt until you can see just a hint of cleavage, though there’s not much to show. The pale skin of my neck and the vulnerable cut of my collarbones will be the focal points. I painted on a thin dash of black eyeliner making my deep blue eyes pop. I skipped the blush and added dark red lipstick to contrast with my pale skin.
(Moore 3)
Hi my name is Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way and I have long ebony black hair (that’s how I got my name) with purple streaks and red tips that reaches my mid-back and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Amy Lee (AN:if u don’t know who she is get da hell out of here!). I”m not related to Gerald Way but wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a vampier but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I’m also a witch, and I go to a magic school called Hogwarts in England where I’m a seventh year (I’m seventeen). I’m a goth (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black. I love HOt Topic and I buy all my clothes there. For example today I was wearing a black corset with matching lace around it and black leather miniskirt, pink fishnets and black combat boots. I was wearing black lipstick, black eyeliner, and red eye shadow. I was walking outside Hogwarts. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was ver happy about.
Source: My Immortal Fanfiction.net
I am irresistible.
And everyone notices it.
Oh boy, this book is such a disappointment. I was hoping I am her revenge will break the line of disappointing reads for me, but this book only made me more bitter.
The story revolves around a young girl Vivian, who's on a mission to revenge her mother for something terrible that was done to her. And so, she prepared her whole life for the sole purpose of revenge. Intriguing? It was till the moment I learned about the reason behind revenge.So I begin at the beginning. “Ben’s father, William Collingsworth, broke Mother’s heart. He was her first love, and he used her. He drew her into his world when they were teenagers and then just pushed her out of it when he found some other girl. Mother went back to New York, to the city. She was heartbroken and desperate, so she tried to lose herself in the crowds, in whatever made her feel less alone. When she got pregnant from some worthless one-night stand, I was the only thing she had. Her father had died when she was little, and then her mother died in a car accident, leaving her the house upstate but almost nothing else.”
WHAT THE FUCK?“Don’t you see how twisted she is?” he continues, his voice wavering somewhere between desperation and amusement. “How insane?”
I step back from him. “She deserves her revenge. He broke her heart, so now she’ll break his.”
Really? You are trying to sell us this shit? The MC is stupid, her mother is an evil bitch. So, your lover used you, deceived you and dumped you, why would you dedicate yours and your daughter's life to revenge? Mother is totally crazed, I don't understand why no one stopped her earlier and locked her in a loony bin. Deeper in to the book we'll learn that she actually killed people, and that raising her daughter (who is not her daughter but a child she abducted) to seduce the son of your ex is not the biggest sin of hers. And then there's love triangle between the daughter her victim and some semblance of Heathcliff from Wuthering Heights. To sum up this all and I was done with this book for life. Read about half of the book, the rest just skipped. It's just, I have the impression that the author wanted to mix together different genres and stories, so it would be some kind of Great Expectations modern retelling, but in the end it turned out to be something as psychologically unstable as the Mother in this book. The MC Vivian is stupid, she has no brains of her own, and she's overly dramatic for her own sake.I wear the uniform I was required to buy, but I know it looks nothing like anyone else’s... I’m not pretty. My eyes are too wide and my mouth too small. But I’ve learned ways to soften these traits and become something even better than pretty: fascinating. I am someone who earns double glances, someone whose eyes trap you, someone otherworldly. Once Mother had figured out how to alter my uniform to match that captivating quality, she pronounced me perfect.
Hmm, get over yourself girl, you are repelling. The love triangle is just terrible. She has feeling for Helper/Arthur/Boy (the one who resembles Heathcliff). Then she became to have feelings for Ben (the victim), but she wants them both, but she's cold, she can't love, she tells herself and blah, blah, blah it continues till the end when she decides to have Heathcliff. She's a fucking drama queen. I do not believe in her revenge or her capability of delivering this revenge. I know everyone remembers famous tv-show Revenge, MC was convincing and I totally believed in her revenge. In this case, not so much.
The ending was like something from B class movie: confessions fly with bullets, characters trying to be deep and pretend that all this drama around makes sense, and everything lands in a shapeless pile before audience and we're siting in front of this mess and thinking: "What the fuck was this shit about?" Honestly, I have no idea.



What they don’t tell you is this is a essentially a homage to Wuthering Heights and Great Expectations, except don’t set great expectations because reality will never reach such heights.
1.5 stars for trying. Review To Come. Great 19th century parallels. Lack of plausibility.
"I am irresistible. And everyone notices it. As I pass the eyes over the crowd, a slow smirk on my lips, the buzzing starts. Kids turn to each other and ask who I am." (Hardcover, page 4)

"If I learned how to manipulate those desires, I could make any boy my slave. And I must never become a victim of love. Love dismantles you. I'll never let it break me apart. Not again, at least." (Hardcover, page 51)

