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320 pages, Hardcover
First published September 3, 2014
°☆.。.:*・Actual Rating: 2.7 stars °☆.。.:*・
(Or more commonly known as the Jess is indecisive but it's not yet a three)
I got conned into a story promoting illogical ideas and themes by lyrical, purple prose.
I had tasted love and terror last summer, and it left a sweetness in my mouth. I wanted to go somewhere. Anywhere…I wanted to get bone-shaking scared and face my fear. I wanted to get scratched. Bruised. Bloody.
“I wished you’d used your knife on Brodie’s heart instead of his wrist. I wish you sliced it in two and stopped it dead.”
He was barefoot too, even with the cold, and he had the same pretty feet as his older brother.
Let’s talk pretentiousness.
And that is where it looses it’s ability to evoke empathy from the audience, it’s ability to communicate to the reader and it’s ability to remain, even in the slightest, believable.
“Violet, can you ever forgive me?”
I didn’t think about it, not even for a second. “No,” I whispered. “I’ll never forgive you.”
But then we were kissing again, and oh, I was so happy, I couldn’t help it, sunshine was streaming out of my fingertips and each and every atom in me was shaken up and sparingly with joy and I wanted everything to be like last summer…
…and the next thing I knew he was pulling his shirt over his head and slipping out of his wool trouser and climbing into my bed and I was climbing in right next to him…and then both of us, sleep, sleep, sleep.
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“River stopped singing, groaned, and started tugging at his sweater. “I can’t wear these human clothes, Vi,” he whispered to me. “They rub my fins wrong.”
“If you keep doing this, keep getting the bruises and un-glowing River . . . what will happen?”
Neely laughed. “Who knows?”
“Will you go mad too?”
“I hope not, Vi. Then you’d have two singing sea kings on your hands.”
“River used to notice things. He used to notice everything.
But now he was just a sea king. A half-mad singing sea king.