claeizs 11/04/2024
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Porque esse livro é pouco popular e achei que faria mais sentido postar lá, por isso escrevi em inglês e fiquei com preguiça de traduzir a quantidade de palavrões hehe
I’ll divide all of my feelings in several points I noticed throughout the reading. I felt such a clusterfuck reading this and I felt all the feelings, ewww! I’ve written a goddamn essay on it. I also wanted to quote a few things throughout the review, but I found myself highlighting the whole book as I was too giggly and touchy-feely while reading. I jumped into this story fully knowing I’d either fall in love (like all-time-favorite-book-that-pierced-through-my-heart-and-mended-it-back-to-life) with this book or absolutely loathe the shit out of it. So *clears throat* be ready to embark in this adventure.
Coupling and MCs: I was struggling at the beginning of the book to make sense of what type of relation was and would be going down. I don’t usually go for forbidden romance (though the ones I’ve read are all-time-favorites, like The Education of Sebastian, by goddess Jane Harvey-Berrick, which is hands down the best age-gap romance book ever, and the infamous Forbidden by Tabitha Suzuma; the latter being full body shaking and ugly crying, everything hurts inside of my soul and I may want to die because I read words on paper). I had the sense it was going to be kind of groom-ish and sickening, but after careful consideration, I don’t think it was. Maybe you’ll see it differently; that was only my conclusion and I wouldn’t to go war to defend it. That being out of the way, I thought everything about it was perfection and delight. I loved the dual POV and how Tor is a biker, which I’m a sucker for (Sons of Anarchy is the best thing ever made by man and no one can change my mind; I’ve recently played the shit out of Days Gone, so I may be biased (Tor was seriously Jax Teller in my mind with Deacon’s smirk)), and how they have this Hells Angels rescue going on. I was such a sucker! Also their names are ludicrous in a very Wattpad-y 2010’s way. And all of Tor’s brother’s names starting with a T **rolls eyes inside skull** Like Tor is the internet browser I use for illegal shit.
Swearing: Too much of it. Sorry, can’t defend the author on this one. Like, use your words, man; I believe in you, and I know you have a lot more to say other than mutter 🤬 #$%!& all the goddamn time. It loses its forced over time. Like Taylor Swift’s “And the skeletons in both our closets plotted hard to 🤬 #$%!& this up” or “What a shame she’s fucked in the head”; and how the 🤬 #$%!& conjures such an intensity it lacked when Tor said 🤬 #$%!& for the fucking hundredth time, you know?
Those flashbacks: disgusting. Can’t defend Tor in those. The way it was written, in such a dubious manner. At a certain point, I just skimmed through it and the repetition of words, like how they loved and cared for each other then and now, the type of love they felt, truly had me horrified. I had this awful grimace on my face the whole time reading those passages. And it’s also totally skippable and does not add to the plot, at all. Thank the fucking Lord those were short, and the tiny relevant bits could’ve been resumed in a couple of lines, which actually takes us to
how lengthy it really was at first, and how I kept thinking it needed a good editor to help the dear author cut down a lot, but I came to the conclusion the pacing was very good. All the pining, anxiety and longing… really liked it. And it fit the narrative perfectly, thematically speaking.
Characters: did not like Asher, though there was really nothing to hate about the man. I understand his grieving but also cannot defend his nonchalance towards his daughter. I get it, he’s hurting, but forty percent of the book is K worrying about his feelings and how sensible he is about everything, and how he can’t cope with life and she’s literally the adult in this relation. He’s described as this caring, giving person, but if you have to hide your feelings and step on eggs with someone all the time, I’d suppose things between you are not as good as you gaslit yourself to believe. Go to therapy, my man. And this takes us to Sydni, which is portraited very two dimensionally. The author did not want us to like her and it shows. The rest of the family is just there, I guess. Couldn’t like Chloe, for the life of me. Worst friend ever, since America, from Beautiful Disaster. She literally cornered Kenzi into a room to have sex with a guy K made clear she didn’t want to be intimate with and I was truly mad at K for not cutting her off entirely after this stunt. WHO THE 🤬 #$%!& DOES THAT???? If I friend of many would do such thing, I’d be arranging her voodoo doll whilst waiting in the hotel lobby.
Chapter thirty-two was simply fuckin’ deranged and unhinged and I loved it!!!!!! I’ll just continue to pine over characters and do myself a favor: pick up the next book in the series because I’m so so curious about Tor’s bro. And I part with a Tommy Wiseau reflection I’ve paired with this story for no reason at all: “If a lot of people love each other, the world would be a better place to live.”