I lived out of a van and wherever the wheels took me was my home. I danced with drunkards at the local country bar and I smoked cigarettes, staining them with my black cherry lipstick. I always had my head in the clouds, because I was a free spirit; my soul was pure and I lived one day at a time. I was a lonely poet, constantly seeking for more but failing to put it in the right words.I knew that he was the one for me, from the very moment that I lay my eyes on him.He was the kind of man I pictured to take my innocence. His tall and strong build made my small one feel safe around him, as if he were a shield from all the terrible things that the world could throw at me. Those big hands of his, God, I could imagine just the pleasure they could bring to me. The fact that he drank tea, read the newspaper every dawn, that salt ‘n pepper hair of his, those aged lines on his face- he was like art; to me, he transcended poetry.I wore my emotions on my sleeves and he saw right through me, as he did with every other person. He read me like he did those words on the front page of his newspapers, but I didn’t care.I wanted him to be my hero and I wanted to belong to him. I wanted him to take me in his arms and whisk me away, strip me of every bit of innocence even if it ruined me.It’s true what they say, ‘be careful what you wish for’.I hadn’t known that a man like him was no hero, even though he had warned me, I was in too deep already, too naive and too in love with what I saw- that I had no idea the ruin that lay ahead as Massimiliano Esposito’s woman.Poetry- as it had for all other great poets- led me to my destruction.
There's not much to say about me, I'm not quite as interesting as my characters. I'm the kind of girl who prefers to live through their imagination- forever on the outside, looking into the world that I have so perfectly created but will never be a part of.
Ummm, well, I don’t even know how I want to rate this 😂 and this normally doesn’t happen. I jumped back and forth between a 2.5 and a 3. A scene has me stuck on stupid like for real.
I love me a DARK, and I mean EXTREMELY dark book with a so OTT H that is so dark himself he could pass as the devil. I honestly don’t know what I would categorize him as. Is it possible to be darker than the devil himself? The things that I just read in this book, I can’t unsee when I close my eyes. Like it’s messing with my psyche at this point.
I honestly would say that I would choose his brother a 100x over than EVER be with Massimiliano. Let me tell you just how CRAZY this man is. The h (Daralis) literally RAN to get away from the H, and when he caught her, you know what he did to her!? He attempted to drown her and then proceeded to tell her he was going to bludgeon her, and not only did he warn her, he then proceeded to DO IT!! He hit her over 11 times with a sludge hammer, and had every top notch doctor available to PUT HER BACK TOGETHER so she would look exactly how she was before! LIKE WHAT THE FUCK!? And the doctors did just that! All because she ran from him! She is now a shell of a person, she doesn’t laugh, doesn’t dance, doesn’t do anything but stay up under him, because in her mind if she’s right there by him, he won’t think she’s planning on leaving him and hurt her again! OMFG!! What a mental fuck that’s for sure!!
I’m telling you now, this book is not for the weak, and everyone who thinks they want to read should really heed warning to the triggers cause there is A LOT!!
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.
I think i like the brother more lowkey! just a damn crazy 😭🤣 This is dark but it doesn’t really make me go oh hell nah lemme close this. It’s more like OH HELL NAH! how is she gonna get away from him