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324 pages, Paperback
First published February 15, 2014
“God offers to every mind its choice between truth and repose. Take which you please– you can never have both.”
“Most people believe the truth is a delicate little bird. They think it's harmless. But I know something they don't.”
♦︎ The Story ♦︎
“I’ve decided that love is a sickness. But not a first.”
♦︎ Characters ♦︎
“I think we’re all trying to be a winner in a losing game.”
♦︎ Overall ♦︎
“Tell me what you’re fighting and I’ll fight with you,” he whispers into my hair.
"…everyone thinks I’m insane. But, I know he’s real, and I know he needs me. Do you believe me?"
Six months ago, I was happy. I was simply Naomi Carradine.
One month ago, I was admitted into a psych ward.
Yesterday, Lachlan visited me. Kissed me. And told me that I’m starting to lose my mind.
Hours later, Max haunted my thoughts, reminding me I’m not crazy and that he needs my help.
A few minutes ago, I drifted further from reality, trying to unravel the past.
And now...everyone thinks I’m insane. But, I know he's real, and I know he needs me.
Do you believe me?
"Each time I see him, I become convinced that it will be different, that he won't disappear on me."
"Every day is unknown for me. Every day I wake up feeling like I'm surrounded by a heavy fog and I know I'm missing a piece of myself, and I don't know where it is."
"My heart is stuck in my throat, as I look him over. I love him so much. I love him too much to be considered healthy. I know that."
"Someday, you're gonna get out of here." He utters the last of his words slowly. "And everything's going to be okay."
"Tell me what you're fighting and I'll fight with you."
"He holds me and I know I'm safe."
Most people believe the truth is a delicate little bird. They think it’s harmless.
But I know something they don’t.
If they dare to move their hands away from their body, they’ll discover that the little bird is gone. It’s torn their skin apart, traveled to the core of their souls, right where it hurts the most.
And that’s why I’m here and they aren’t.
I hear his voice. It’s gritty. It’s harsh. It makes my blood freeze in my veins.
“Are you afraid of me?” he asks
Sweat beads on my upper lip as I stare down at my legs.
Don’t you speak to him. Don’t you dare, I tell myself.
I look up.
He crouches down. I hear his joints pop from the movement. It sounds like thunder. It ricochets in my skull until I grip the sides of my head in pain to make it stop.
He’s the one that speaks to me. He’s the one that terrifies me. He’s the very core of my nightmares.
I can dream. I can imagine and hope, but it will never change a thing.
My opinion matters to him. And even as a kid it had mattered. That’s what makes Lachlan my safety net—I will always matter to him.
"Just remember that even the purest of souls have darkness in them."
Six months ago, I was happy. I was simply Naomi Carradine.
One month ago, I was admitted into a psych ward.
Yesterday, Lachlan visited me. Kissed me. And told me that I’m starting to lose my mind.
Hours later, Max haunted my thoughts, reminding me I’m not crazy and that he needs my help.
A few minutes ago, I drifted further from reality, trying to unravel the past.
And now...everyone thinks I’m insane. But, I know he's real, and I know he needs me.
Do you believe me?
"I'm not crazy," I repeat. "I'm not crazy. I'm not crazy..."
"Tell me what you're fighting and I'll fight it with you."
'I know I’m missing a piece of myself, and I don't know where it is.'
'I can dream. I can imagine and hope, but it will never change a thing. And the most terrifying thing is that I know, I know there's more to the story. There's another train coming straight at me, at full speed. Yet I can't see it. I can only hear the ground slightly tremble. The tracks rattling beneath my feet. I can hear the sound of a whistle blaring. But I can't move. All I can do is hope that when it does hit, I die in seconds.'
'There are so many minds around me that are wasting away. But I have someone that keeps me coasting above insanity.'
Total must read!
INSANELY BEAUTIFUL.
"So I'm going to fuck you. And I'm going to watch your face as you scream my name."
(...)
He bent closer and said against my lips, "And you're going to scream, love."