“Fat, worthless, shame” these words are ingrained in Charlie’s mind. A life spent in self-esteem killing agony. But Charlie has a light that shines so bright. A heart that is so warm it will soothe your soul.
This story will shatter you, leave you hung over and you just wanting more.
Being the “fat” kid is harsh, children are mean. Being the “fat” adult is sometime worse, because now you know what all those stares mean and how terrible people can really be. But Charlie, she see’s through the sludge of humanity into the heart of each person. She is genuinely one of the saving graces of the human race.
Jesse, well I hated Jesse at first. But then you see that he may not be the monster he seems. He is such a broken boy. My heart bleeds for him. Mental illness is nothing to scoff at, but it also does not give you free reign to be an arse!
This book left me unable to sleep, I have a major hangover. It is PHENOMENAL!
You will swoon, you will cringe, you may cry. Once you start this you will not stop. I devoured this in one sitting and could not stop.
I just wish that Charlie would have stayed the way she was. Happy in her own skin.
I can not wait to see what the future holds for these characters.
I admit, I didn’t think much of Charlie at first. She was rounder than the girls who usually caught my eye. Not my type. But when I saw her sitting in that booth alone, for the first time something in my mind or my instincts or my heart told me to join her.
She defied me.
She challenged me.
She gave me hope.
Before I knew it, moving forward was my only option.
I couldn’t tell you when it happened, but it had to have been a gradual change; I never moved too quickly.
If someone would have told me earlier that year what I was going to go through, I wouldn’t have believed them.
Jesse was so different from anyone I’d met before. And everyone I’ve met since. He sucked all the life out of me, in the best—and worst—ways.
We don’t get strong overnight. For most of us it takes time. Strength isn’t measured by how high and fast our walls go up, but how easily we can watch them fall.
Amalie Silver resides in Minnesota with her husband, two toddlers, and German Short-haired Pointer, Saba. She consumes approximately three pots of coffee a day, and credits this for her survival over the past decade.
When not completely consumed in her writing, she can be found taking road trips to northern Minnesota, engaging in fierce Scrabble games, or reading a good book. She’s a sucker for all romance genres, literary fiction, and psychological fiction.