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414 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 10, 2014
“There is not a person out there who is just good or just bad, we all have layers and scars and graveyards.”
“You are braver than you seem and stronger than you think.”
“Hope. It had tempted her with its beauty and suffocated her with is reality.”
“My heart is broken and my head is barely inhabitable.”
“She’ll get through it…You see fragile, I see a survivor. She may not be loud or hostile, but she survived…”
“There was light at the end of her never ending tunnel. It was unexpected and it was named Rachel.”
“I promise I won’t hurt you.”
“I can’t promise you the same thing.”
“The problem with being a good liar is you forget who you are under all those layers of deceit.”
... you're broken. You're eyes are broken. Your soul is in pieces and your heart is wrecked.So let's start with all the amazing things that had me gripped ... because let's face it, once I started reading Emery Shaw's story, there was no way in hell I was going to put it down. This was a compelling, hard hitting, emotional read that was a breath of fresh air. The story line was unique and very much unpredictable (although there were times I could have kicked the author for not taking the plot down the avenue I wanted it to go)... let's just say... expect the unexpected... lol.
Hope was like ivy, it spread at a rapid speed and killed everything in its path.The subject matters covered weren't easy to read but I take my hat off to the author firstly, for the warning that was given at the start of the book but secondly, for the way in which she handled the topics covered. Yes there were times I felt sick to my stomach and yes there were times I had to put my kindle down and walk away but the situations I witnessed were handled with the due care and attention they deserved... definitely not for the faint hearted but absolutely worth the risk.
The problem with being a good liar is you forget who you are under all those layers of deceit.
People are so complex. There's not a person out there who is just good or just bad. We all have layers and scars and graveyards.



The click that sounded so long ago when they’d been arrested was for life; they belonged together like chocolate and peanut butter. It’s true what they say, sometimes the monsters win, but she’d battled hers and she’d survived.