There is a possibility I am going to massacre this story because of how annoyed I am at it. *Read with caution* *Apologies in advance for my horrible language*
There's no flow in the storytelling of "Closer". Immediately, it was just bang bang bang - this event, that event and it's distorted and fragmented in the way it's been written with a past and present narrative. I had no clue what was going on, because there was no consistency in the plot development and it was just garbled regurgitated words at sea.
Quite literally within iBook pages of introducing the H and h who are meeting for the first time (in a scene unerringly like It Ends With Us), then it's disjointed to them being weirdly, good, attracted, close friends teasing each other, the introduction of 6 nameless/faceless characters who are either related or friends with the H and h, to a few years later where they are dating other people - kissing them in front of one another but also in "love" with each other. They treat these people like the rubble under their toes, force them to get in a car, and surprise, there's a car crash where subsequent OM (who apparently was going to propose to h and was with her for 2 years) and slutty blonde OW (who warms the bed of the H and means something (?!) to him) die because they went to the local store and their car explodes. I tried not to laugh - really - but THEN the day after, there was an earthquake. And I find out they are all DOCTORS and MDs. And the H is this smoking, tatted junkie and all I could think was, is anyone falling for this? Even a soap isn't that dramatic. And trust me, this was just the beginning few chapters. *rolls eyes*
Then, to top it all off apparently they've been together before in the "past" and it was toxic and destructive and volatile. Tell, tell, tell instead of showing and evoking. All this nonsense and back-forth stupidity for something I'm still not sure of what the problem was. I think it was being overjealous and possessive, something that could be fixed up through oh, I don't know, some goddamn communication in a relationship. Back to the present, and a few days after the death of OM and OW, H asks h to move in with him and wanting to be back together - where the fuck is the respect for the dead? And they had the most annoying character voices.
And then another mass of sh*t happens where the H and h are trying to bang but keep getting interrupted. And he calls her "baby" a bazillion times, compliments her, tries to be there for her, calls her "mine" and "always" and the next minute some random floozy is feeding him a pill telling him to "feel good" and he's a weak washy man and hurting over the death of OW and h's OM because they were friends. I just...really wanted to DNF because this was horrible writing and it was all over the place. Where was this so called cleverness in the writing? I clearly saw none, so obviously am missing something.
Because then they are screwing, and it was all a bit, what in the actual f*ck is going on? It was those annoying things I hate in a story where it tries to be angsty, and overly clever and he H says "I've let you go before - not again, say you're mine, I need you, feel me..." and recycled sh*t like that but is disjointed and a mash of words.
And somehow, amidst the throws of their passion- this happened:
“Ella shakes her head, letting go of my shoulders to grasp the front of my shirt with bleeding fingers and hands that shake. I follow her wrists to her elbows, then to her shoulders and neck. Six large red and purple bruises stain her normally pale skin—a line of spite from her throat to the fullness of her breasts. Sickened by my ability to ruin beauty, my stomach turns at what I’ve done.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers, sadness falling from her dark brown eyes. “I’m so sorry, Teller.”
Wrenching her hands from my shirt, I hold her wrists and take a step back to inspect the damage I’ve done. Starting from the top of her head, down her face, past her neck, down, down, down to her thighs.
There’s no air.
No mercy to this suffocation.
No way out.
The harm I inflicted on her throat is nothing compared to what my belt did to her legs. Gashes from her knees to skin hidden under her dress bleeds, inflamed and torn, like a savage attack on someone threatening your life.”
Well then... apparently she either likes being hurt since it's consensual like this weird BDSM, or she's numb while the H bangs her and can't tell her body is being abused, or she bruises like a flower and had the time of her life OR he smashed her against a wall so hard she forgot and I was reading something else entirely because it made no f*cking sense. I wanted to bang my head against a wall.
Then there's a fight afterwards and H and h's brother are arrested and somehow I STILL have to remind myself that they are doctors and I swear having a police record will definitely NOT keep you employed because if ANYONE watches Grey's Anatomy *cough cough* Alex Karev.
And it's so boo-f*cking-hoo I WANTED TO CRY from the distress and agony at what I was reading because oh my goodness it was just, in the words of Hamlet, "words, words, words".
“Seven years of blood, sweat, and tears got us where we are now: desperate, devoted, and irrevocably in this.”
All a bit cry me, hurt one another, material. Self sympathising. At some point a month-ish after the death of OM and OW, the H and h get engaged and get back together despite opposition from their families. Then I began to skim very fast to finish, and Teller, our H has had gotten his d*ck wet quite a few times over the years and when the h asks since she's obsessed-ish but wouldn't be if he told the truth, he systematically lies. And it was like in the last few chapters I finally saw crazy- but without reason. It was unnecessary, without substance reasons to fill in the gap so we have something to blame for the reasons they are destructive. So we find out OW AND OM we're having an affair and H knew about it, and hid it. And then when h finds out and tries to leave, he smashes her car. She does leave, and the cliff hanger is he is going to come after her.
I know my review is a mess, but this book is a mess too. Don't hate me, I'm just the messenger.