Mindfucked.I am confused but I have hope. I would have tore my hair out if I didn't know the story didn't end there (I am assuming it's not the end with the sequels). I understand, perfectly Olivia's retaliation but I don't understand why she still blamed it on herself for when she caught him che...
Tarryn Fisher! You are despicable! You wormed your way into my head by making me love The Opportunist and made me read this book about this evil woman knowing that I cannot finish this series without getting Leah's side of the story first. But I have to admit that, yes, you are a master of manipu...
Going into this book I wasn't expecting your typical love story. I was looking for more than just another brainless read. To say this book left me in a weird space is an understatement. Not weird bad, but weird good. It is not a love story, and it doesn't offer a perfect cliché ending. What is do...
When I reach the lobby in my building, my steps die. At first I don’t recognize him. He’s not as put together as the last time I saw him. What is it about men refusing to shave when their hearts are breaking? Fuck. How is this happening? I run a hand along the back of my neck before taking the ne...
“Her—you. It was very sweet.” I blush. We climb into his car and ease onto the highway. I count the streetlights tying to think of a way to steer him away from Leah. When we pull off at his exit, I am swearing under my breat...
We develop a routine, if you can call it that. It’s more of a day-to-day stay sane and survive kind of thing. I call it Sanity Circulation. When you’re caged up you need somewhere to send your hours, or you start getting prickly, like when you sit in the same position for too long and your legs g...
The landlord takes me up four flights of stairs because the elevator is broken. The stairwell smells like piss, the rent is more expensive, the apartment more dingy, but the light is better. From my living room window, I have a straight on view of Doyle’s building. I take it. Not because I can af...
That’s thirty days of isolation from a person I’ve never gone without, and also, a person I don’t want to go without. I’m mostly depressed about it, but I keep myself busy with work and the new art classes I’m taking. Be magical, June said. So, I’m trying. I just want to earn my wand. Martin and ...