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333 pages, Paperback
First published April 27, 2019


"Jacob really has to be the stupidest person fucking person I have ever met. Or maybe not. Maybe he really is this sure of himself. Either way, he seems to be missing all the warning signs where I'm concerned: the rap sheet; the tattoos; the motorcycle; the murder in my eyes whenever I look at the piece of shit. I'm gonna go right ahead and blame this one on Instagram. They made guys like me popular. They made it fashionable to look like me, to dress like me, to talk like me and walk like me. But these Insta famous fuck boys have no idea what the hell they're doing..."

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Highschool bully books seem to be the trope de jour, and this one intrigued me big time, so I knew I had to squeeze it in between my ARCs. And I liked it a lot. It was maybe a TAD slow in parts, but overall it was a great read. There were two heavy topics tackled that might be triggers for people so I will add a trigger warning at the end of this review, but I thought both were handled with care.
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“But you’re a guy,” I say, wincing. “ That kind of shit is TORTURE for you. Doesn’t it cause INTERNAL DAMAGE or something? If you get TURNED ON and then can’t do anything about it?”
“Dearest daughter… middle-aged? How old do you think I am?”
I smirk wickedly. “From the crow’s feet and all that salt and pepper in your hair, I’m gonna say sixty-seven.”
Dad’s face is a mask of mock outrage. “Witch. Get up. Now, before I pay your brother to come in and fart all over you.”
“All I wanted was my father back. Grief was a long, lonely road for me. I didn’t want to be consoled. I didn’t want to feel better, because feeling better somehow felt like a cared less.”
“The thing you really need to treasure, the only thing you should value above anything at your age is the complete and utter lack of responsibility. No mortgage. No bills. No taxes. No impossible decisions, or people looking to you for comfort. Shit gets real, Silver, and it gets real fast. Nothing in here really changes.” He taps the side of his head. “You start finding grey hairs. You notice a few more lines on your face. Your back starts to ache when you sit down for too long. But everything else… the whole ‘older and wiser’ line . . . Don’t believe a fucking word of it. It doesn’t matter how old any of us get. We’re still all fumbling around in the dark, pretending like we know what the fuck is going on. What the fuck we’re supposed to do. But when we climb into bed at night, we’re still gripped by the same sense of panic we felt when we were teenagers. Believe me. We are all just making this shit up as we go along.”

“I’m not going to force you to fall for me, Silver. You’ve already been forced to do too much. But don’t blame me if I try and change your mind.”
“I also happen to think that you’re the most beautiful fucking thing I have ever witnessed with my own two eyes. I am watching you just as much as you’re watching me… and I don’t trust myself to look away.”

She crooks an eyebrow at me, and I mirror her expression, making her smile.
Fuck. Me. Dead.
I made her smile.
…
God, how am I ever going to be worthy of this girl? I have no clue, but I'm gonna figure it out if it kills me.
“Is this the part where you pretend you’re late for something, make your excuses and you leave?” I whisper.
Alex huffs out a shallow, soft burst of laughter. “No, Dolcezza. This is the part when I realize you’ve stolen my fucking soul and I have no chance of ever getting it back.”
It was a boy with a clean record, a winning smile and a glorious halo who broke me. Ironically, it’s the boy with the rap sheet, a body full of ink and the dangerous glint in his eye who’s putting me back together.
“Don’t you dare let me go. Loving you is the only thing that makes any sense right now.”


