- Reviewed by: Kol Anderson
- Print Length: 204 pages
- Posting: Literary Fiction
- Publisher: PubRight (June 26, 2014)
- Book Provided by: Author
- Author: Nya Rawlyns
- Posting Date: July 11, 2014
- Rating: 5 Star
You know how you read a book sometimes and feel like the five stars you’re trying to give that piece, isn’t good enough? Well, this is was one of those times. Started reading the book thinking I’ll just take a look at it, and couldn’t stop reading until I was halfway through. Next morning, I could do nothing but continue reading. The book gave me serious withdrawal. I love wordy books, but this one wasn’t writing, it was poetry. The first thing I did was go ahead and get a paperback (which by the way cost only $7). Seriously, I am totally stoked and just in another world. God, the poetry! This is so going on my read-again-and-again pile where previously American Psycho, Dermaphoria, Cosmopolis and Call Me By Your Name have been sitting.
Also, I have no idea how I’m even going to review this one, but here goes. The book isn’t comfortable, its dark and twisted and probably out of a lot of people’s comfort zones, but it is raw, and it is honest. It hits somewhere deep, deep down and it breaks your heart and it puts it back together again. Well, so it might get broken again, but hey no gain without pain, right?
The two main characters, we see the world from their perspective in alternating POVs. Alex, who has a very dark past wracked with abuse, and Tank who is driven by revenge and violence. Their love is as convoluted as their souls, but its still love and they’re both driven to each other because of it.
A few quotes that I loved.
“He had been saved and detoxed and menialized until no one saw him, just his backstory, his misfortune, because everybody in that godforsaken hamlet on flatpan with nothing but corn and wheat and silos extending forever, for as far as the mind could weep the agony of a horizon so pure it burnt the eye sockets and armor-pierced the skull with the favor of an almighty who tithed through fickle reward and punishment.”
“The more he died, the more he lived.”
“But that was the problem. He had nowhere else to go, no one else to be, nothing from his past preceded the nothing of his future.”