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First published February 15, 2015


"I went to a bar and ordered a watermelon cosmopolitan." She moves her finger across her throat. "Cuts it off in a second. Totally sucked. But I keep it on hand if I have a shitty trip."It gets worse.
"The imitation stuff works a little, too, if you're desperate or if you just want to tone it down. You know watermelon-flavored water or even gum at least takes the edge off."Who knew the cure to being addicted to dying was watermelon?! ALL THESE YEARS THE ANSWER WAS THERE!

“As suicidal as it sounds, it isn’t really dying, and it isn’t about trying to die. There’s no death wish. Ironically, it’s the opposite. We’re after an enhanced sense of life. We trip over death, but don’t take it.”
“Death tripping is an addiction, just like any other. You can get run-down and you need more and it’s never enough. Never.”
”It feels good to die, doesn't it?”

Audio book source: Audible
Story Rating: 3.5 stars
Narrators: Arielle DeLisle
Narration Rating: 4 stars
Genre: Thriller/PNR
Length: 10h 39m
I am exhausted. Every day is an exercise in faking happiness and sociability and enthusiasm for life, none of which I actually have.
“For reasons I can’t begin to understand, I am whole again with you. After everything, I get to feel whole.”
“Let me be your good.”
Sam’s body tenses, and his heart pounds against me. “Can you let me be yours?”
“There’s no death wish. Ironically, it’s the opposite. We’re after an enhanced sense of life. We trip over death, but don’t take it. The process, the ritual of this, is all for the thrill and the power from the pleasure that seeps into every part of you during dying and surfacing. The intoxication is nearly impossible to fight.”
”It feels good to die, doesn't it?”
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I hate reading books like this. It actually makes me angry. Why? Because this book is so mind blowing, so fucking unbelievably fantastic but just because it’s a “romance” a lot of people won’t read it. I loved this book. I even hate saying I loved this book because we’ve become immune to people saying they “love” something. How do I explain how original and crazy this book is, how can I make you understand how much it moved me? Because this this wasn’t one of the best science fictions books I’ve ever read, or one of the best romance books. It was one of the best books I’ve ever read, period.
The panic in my chest weighs heavily.
Something is terribly wrong with me.
I admit to skimming the synopsis of Clear. A girl running away from home, there’s a guy and a conflict, pretty standard stuff. I’m a fan of the authors previous novels so I though I’d give it a read. Maybe if I would have paid attention to the details in the synopsis I would have been better prepared. Although, I don’t think I would have ever guessed the plot of Clear even if I did, because as soon the story starts you don’t know who to trust. Stella may be the narrator of Clear, but her life is so odd we don’t know what to believe. With an unreliable narrator it becomes difficult to make sense of what is happening. Do we trust what Stella is telling us? Form our own opinions about how she perceives things? Is her family really so awful? Is Stella crazy? Even after finishing the book I’m still not certain.
As far as hallucinations go, you’re a pretty good one. So come on in, and let’s see what my fucked-up head does with you next.
The first part of the book was an amazing story of finding yourself and fighting for your first true love. It was absolutely beautiful. I highlighted the shit out of my Kindle and swooned like a motherfucker. And then . . . and then it exploded. I’m not sure what I said; I’m sure something super original like, “Oh my god” or “Shut the fuck up.” Definitely not anything that could capture the shock and confusion I felt when the book started to twist itself into something completely different.
“Fuck you for making me trust you”
“That’s not very nice, Sam” [someone] responds evenly. “Sometimes we have to do things that are hard. This is one of those times. You’ll thank me later. Really.”
“Never. I’ll see you in hell,”
I’m going to make my husband read this book and then I’m going to buy it for all my friends, I’m going to make my book club read it. You think I’m joking? I’m not. I need to discuss this story with someone and even though I’m going to blog, tweet, Facebook, and whatever else there is, I need to talk to someone face to face and see their reaction. See their disbelief when that happens, hear their predictions, discuss what we think the addition to the bracelet means and wonder if he might be connected to Stella’s problems in her apartment. I need to know I’m not the only one who was totally blindsided by the storyline.
I though we cared about each other. I wanted us to. But he’s irrevocably broken, and now I’m just a tool in his thrill seeking and his addiction. In his never-ending quest for fulfillment that he’ll never find.
Read this book. Read it without worrying about what genre it falls into. Read it because it is one of the best books I have read in years. It’s not perfect, thank god, because perfect is boring. It’s wild. It’s crazy and unexpected and so. fucking. good. I can understand how easy it would be to become addicted to death tripping. I only read about it and I’m hooked. The next book in this saga can’t come fast enough.
“I love you so mush.”
“Everything will be okay. Good things last, and the bad things will fade away. So, go find your good.”
“…As far as hallucinations go, you’re a pretty good one. So, come on in, and let’s see what my fucked-up head does with you next.”
“As suicidal as it sounds, it isn’t really dying, and it isn’t about trying to die. There’s no death wish. Ironically, it’s the opposite. We’re after an enhanced sense of life. We trip over death, but don’t take it…The intoxication is nearly impossible to fight.”
“There are kisses that arouse, there are kisses that deliver love, and then there are kisses that transcend both of those things. That’s how Sam kisses me – with his entire soul.”
“We came first.”
