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279 pages, Hardcover
First published October 6, 2015
“I’m coming for you, Cellie. Come hell or high water. I’m going to find you. And when I do, I’m going to kill you.”
“She knew what I was feeling – that a beam of happiness as soft and shiny as the moonlight had found its way in. She couldn’t wait to carve it out.”
“And I know, I know, we’ll never be apart.”
Actual rating: 2.8
The problem with We'll never be apart is that this book promises a lot but in the end it takes more that it gives. From the annotation and first chapters it looked like a quality thriller YA with psychological twists and turns. What happened in the barn that night? Why was Alice in the hospital the first time? Is it real? And so on. But unfortunately in the end all these questions didn't matter, because we have a quite typical YA strongly leaning on the topic of hard lives of children in foster care. I get that this topic is important as it is and under different circumstances I would enjoy this issue, but in this book I was promised a psychological thriller! Don't get me wrong, this book is psychological but not a thriller. Two first chapters were exactly what it promised to be, only the description of mental facility where the story takes place promises something sinister
Outside, wind howls and shakes the thin walls of the building. A shudder rolls through me. Oregon State Mental Health Hospital is located on a thin strip of densely forested island. The hospital advertises itself as a peaceful haven where troubled souls recover, but there’s nothing tranquil about this place. Even the name of the island, Savage Isle, was born from blood. In the late 1800s, a hundred Native Americans were forcibly relocated here, only to be killed later in a massacre. Old newspapers say there was so much blood that winter, it looked as if red snow had fallen from the sky.
But further into the book the mood and the main mystery lost it's appeal and no longer could be qualified as something dark nor suspenseful. The main failure we can blame on the author who carelessly reviled almost in the beginning the main mystery, which was the carcass of the whole story. If you are not interested in reading the book, but curious about the reveal, here what's all the deal is about . In my opinion Emiko Jean wasn't subtle enough in giving us hints about the mystery and I almost immediately guessed what it was.
We'll never be apart is not a total failure. Actually, this book has positive aspects as language, which was very beautiful - some of the descriptions were so vivid I really enjoyed the pictures they provided for my imagination. The romance was really good and interesting to observe, I liked every interaction between Alice and Chase. Chase is something and I totally had hots for him in the book
“No. You got it all wrong. You’re looking for the obvious. You’ve got to look below the surface. She’s got sexual deviant written all over her.”
“Sexual deviant?” I cock my head.
“Yeah, you know . . .” He waggles his brows at me suggestively.
Shit. Double shit. He’s going to leave and I don’t have what I need yet. Before I can think, I reach up and grab his forearm. There’s an immediate heat that flows through our skin. A pleasurable spark shoots up my spine and explodes like firecrackers.
“Easy, Sparky,” he says, prying my fingers from his arm. “I like it rough, but not in public places.”Sparky. Wonderful. He’s given me a nickname. I wonder how he would feel if I gave him one, too. Maybe douche canoe. Or turd burglar.
“You’re such a dick.”
“There’s that dirty mouth again. That didn’t take very long.”
I smile. “You know you’re kind of a sick bastard. You’re into me because you dig 1950s pinup girls and I remind you of your sister?”
He smiles back. “Don’t forget your dirty mouth and fascination with paper animals.”
“You’re such a fucking weirdo.”
“Takes one to know one.”
“Based on the way you ate that mango, I bet you’re a terrible kisser, huh?” He lets out a low laugh and touches my lower lip with his thumb. “Yeah, I bet you kiss like an angry Velociraptor.” He mock sighs. “I guess there’s only one way to find out.”
Cute, right? I totally ship this couple.
And the best part of the book is emotions the story carries and shares with readers. I sympathized with MCs and genuinely wanted to hear their story.
There was also that scene between girls when they discussed boys comparing them to books. I really enjoyed this one.
“So what’s up? You got the hots for him or something?”
“It’s not like that.” I scratch my forehead. “He’s hard to read, that’s all.”
“Like Atlas Shrugged?”
I chuckle. “No, more like War and Peace.”
All in all, this book wasn't what I expected or wanted from the beginning, but turned out to be a nice emotional debut with pleasant characters, beautiful language and hot romance. If you are in the mood for psychological YA (without prefix thriller) - totally recommend this book.
Dr. Goodman opens group therapy with a poem about acceptance. He then asks us to partner up and talk about acceptance and what that means to us. Of course Chase, my new bestie, turns his chair toward mine, leans back, and crosses his arms. Our knees brush. He assumes we’re going to be partners. He assumes wrong.
“I don’t feel like talking today.” I pull out a piece of origami paper and begin to fold.
“And I accept that,” Chase says. ”I knew we’d make a good team.”