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323 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 2015
**This review contains only my personnel opinion on the events of the book. You can agree or disagree with it.**
DNF at about 30%
Domestic abuse is a sensitive topic and rises a lot of moral questions. And it is not an easy topic to discuss. Some things are hard to understand for those who never was subjected to something horrible like violence at home from people who were suppose to care and love you. Honestly this book turned to be not exactly what I thought it would be. I know it was a noble cause for the author to write a book on such a sensitive topic. But was it enough for me to accept this book (I can't say enjoy or like because this book was written for us to see and understand some very disturbing things that are unfortunately happen every day with someone). No.
I have a friend who was subjected to domestic violence. It is not as harsh and violent as it was for the heroine of this book, but nevertheless it was and still extremely hard for my friend to psychologically cope with the situation in which the one who was supposed to take care of you, caused you harm. It is a trauma, the one that will doubtfully heal someday. My friend is a grown up now, it was some years ago when all these things happened, but she still can't talk about that past without tears or pain. So I know something about domestic abuse from the first hands. I was there when it happened to her. In the case of Ugly I did not feel that this book was realistic. Sorry, but the events and characters felt underdeveloped. The heroine was living alone with her Dad who abused her verbally and physically, her life was a hell. I get it. What I did not get, why didn't she want to leave this life behind after graduation? She was almost 18, she was clever. She could go to college, she could find a job. There were people ready to help her. People like the heroine from harsh background are EAGER to escape this life. She was almost 18, but it seemed like she was still 10, without the sense of self-preservation, still believing what her drunk father told her.
“You dumb, ugly piece of shit,” he says, as he paces back and forth in front of me.
“Sorry, Daddy. Whatever I did, I’m so sorry.” I cower into myself, trying to make myself as small as possible.“You’re just too fucking stupid, aren’t you?” he spits toward me as he brings his hand up to scratch at his chin.“I’m sorry,” I say again. Tears are falling hot and fast down my cheeks. My head hurts from where he was pulling my hair, but I don’t dare try to rub the spot.“You ugly fuck.” He kicks a boot into my leg.The pain is instant and my leg feels like it’s shattered. “Please, Daddy,” I beg again, burying my face into my hands.But ‘please’ never seems to work.Nothing does.I’ve just got to take the beatings, because that’s what stupid, ugly girls do.
You don't have to take any beatings, girl, you are a grown up now, go find someone who can help you. Don't hide behind stupid words like ugly and dumb, self pitying won't save you. Do something! Even if you weren't beautiful or clever - it is not a reason to endure all of this shit from your father. No one talks to me, because, well, I’m ugly. Ugly girls don’t have friends. We simply hide away and try to blend in wherever we can, trying our best to be shadows so no one looks at us, or approaches us.
Really? High school is almost finished for the year.What the hell am I going to do? I’m so scared. I’m so dumb, I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to get a job. Who’d want someone as stupid as me?
And this girl has 3.9 GPA at school.But in truth, how could anyone have helped me with the hell-hole that was my home?
Just ask for help and you'll see. I get that it takes courage, and people in this situation won't easily talk about their lives, but there were people ready to help the heroine, she just needed to be brave and ask for help, because the alternative wasn't good and what else did she have to loose?
Ok, in the beginning I still could cope with everything what was happening, but after this dude Trent appeared on the horizon - this book turned into disaster. First of all, he is strange. Second, he is possessive, they knew each other five minutes and he already had deep feelings for her?! No way. Third, he is abusive. Why the hell didn't she run away as soon as possible?! Was it not enough for her? No one who ever went through abuse, will want it again, they will run from it. I get that at first this Trent seemed nice and caring and that the heroine wanted someone to care for her, but some time later she saw what he really was. And don't start that she is naive and doesn't know better. Where's her sense of self-preservation again? She had a choice now, she just acted like a ten year old child, and decided it was easier to endure another abuse than stand for herself and leave all this shit behind. Again, author tries to excuse her, because she didn't know anything good in life and believed she was ugly and stupid. But to me it felt like she liked everything what was happening to her and yes, it seems she was really stupid.There’s an uncomfortable quiet between the two of us. I don’t know what to say. He got angry at that waiter for no reason, and then ordered for me. Lucky he did order, because I have no idea what I’d like.
Really, she did not notice that to be angry with people at no reason is not normal. All she cares about is food?!I stand and Trent links his fingers through mine. We make our way over to the cash register where the waiter who served us is waiting for us.“How was your meal?” he asks me.“You don’t talk to her, you ask me,” Trent half shouts, pulling me behind him as he steps in front of me.“How was your meal?” The waiter asks Trent in a sarcastic tone.“Watch your damn mouth. I’m a paying customer, and if you’re not nice to me and my girl, I’ll have you fired.”
That is not normal, any girl with half mind will notice it. Further things get only worse and what does heroine do about this? Nothing. She just takes shit without questions.“I got offered full scholarships to four universities. Actually, I got offered more, but these four are full scholarships.”“What? That’s fantastic. Wait…” he stops talking, going perfectly quiet as we keep walking home. “You’re not leaving me, Lily,” his tone changes and he sounds angry. “Unless one of those universities is the same as the one I’m going to, you’re not allowed to go.” He sounds angry with me.
“I’m not going to have you running around sucking another guy’s cock when you should be with me.”Wait…what did he say?
He lifts me to sit on him, and I can feel his erection pressing into me. “Trent,” I sigh. I can’t give him sex. It’s not what I want. It’s way too early for that. But Trent continues to kiss me, his body engulfing mine. “Trent, please,” I beg as I push on his chest.“You’re my girlfriend now, Lily. This is what we do to show each other how much we love one another.”Love? Love? What? “Trent.” I use more strength to push him away, but he’s much stronger than me. “Please, I’m not ready.”“Come on. I love you. Don’t you love me?” He keeps kissing me, his mouth moving away from my mouth down my neck. He’s sucking, licking and nibbling on the exposed skin. His left hand leaves my hip, and he starts to fondle my breast.
They just met, what love, what sex? And she doesn't want sex nor does she love this dude. I don't know anyone who wouldn't want to run away from this crazy guy and his crazy family after that. But obviously not the heroine.“You’re my girlfriend, Lily. If you’re not gonna let me fuck you, the least you can do is jack me off or suck me.” I stand looking at Trent. “It’s only a blowjob. All the girls are doing it. Hell, my friends are all having sex with their girlfriends. You owe me at least a blowjob.”
“Yeeeeeaaaaahh, about that, babe. You’ll have to catch a bus home.” I hear some people laughing in the background. “Achuly, you best walk ‘cause you’re looking real fat. I feeeeeeeeel like I’m fucking a piiiig.” There’s a huge uproar of laughter from whoever he’s with.“It’ll be midnight, Trent. I don’t want to walk back on my own. I’ll get a cab.”“Noooo you fucking won’t. I’m not letting you spend myyyyyy money on cabs. You can walk, you faaaaat coooow.” Then there’s mooing noises in the background.
I have a boyfriend who loves me, and he said he didn’t cheat on me. His family has kindly taken me in because he loves me. I have a job to come back to. Clothes, food, and shelter. I really don’t have anything to complain about at all.
She still thinks so after all the shit above! Girl, you need a psychological help now! You are as crazy as this this family. And I am done with you and your shit!
In the beginning, I pitied this girls, I sympathized with her. The longer things went the more I hated her for letting all this shit happen to her, for accepting more abuse when it could've been avoided or stopped, for not standing and defending herself. She acted stupid and the whole book and characters felt underdeveloped, unrealistic to me. I don't feel sorry for anyone in this book any longer. I just can't stand to read it further and feel really angry at the book and the author. This book made me thick. I don't hate it, I just don't accept it. The heroine made the same mistakes over and over again, I don't care any longer whether she'll find a happy ending or if she deserves one. The topic of abuse is hard as it is, this book made it impossible for me to accept it the way this story showed it to a reader.
"Lilly Anderson, get your ugly ass out here..."
"I don't remember much about her, except I remember her telling me how ugly I am."
"Then your ugly ass should've come when I called you, you stupid bitch. You're fucking worthless, you ugly idiot."
"At least it'll be something in my tummy..."
"Right now though, my tummy takes precedence over the bag."
"I can't fit any more in my tummy."
"He leans down and kisses my ever-growing tummy."



It's days like today I wish I was dead.
A storm is brewing. I've known darkness in the past, but this feeling of imminent disaster, of doom, seems right on my doorstep. If I open the door, what will I find?
Is it my destiny only to exist and never live? What kind of legacy can a girl who never was leave behind? Never was pretty, never was smart, never was anything?
I walk out with just the clothes on my back, and the sandals on my feet. And my freedom.
I was never meant to live. This isn't a question. This I know absolutely. What's the point of breathing?
It was never like this before. Ever.
I'm twelve years old and I can remember when Mom, Dad, and I were all happy. But that was years ago. It's been a long time since there's been any happiness in this house.
"I'm sorry," I say again. Tears are falling hot and fast down my cheeks. My head hurts from where he was pulling my hair, but I don't dare try to rub the spot.
"You ugly fuck." He kicks a boot into my leg.
The pain is instant and my leg feels like it's shattered. "Please, Daddy," I beg again, burying my face into my hands.
But 'please never seems to work.
Nothing does.
I've just got to take the beatings, because that's what stupid, ugly girls do.
I don't have friends at school..they may see the bruises.
Not the bruises on my skin, no, those are easily concealed. I mean the bruises hiding deep down inside me. The pain and sadness that's with me from the moment I wake, to the moment I go to sleep.
The way he winked at me, it was as if he noticed me. Saw past the ugly exterior, and the broken interior. From a distance he didn't see the damage, he saw a girl...