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Title: Figure Eight
Author: Calia Read
Age: Adult
Genre: Psychological Thriller
Cover Designer: Cover Couture
Goodreads: http://bit.ly/2knyTAj
Book Description:
Dear Selah,
Do you remember me?
Of course you don’t. So I’m going to give you a refresher course.
I’ve known you for years and years. We used to have beautiful conversations. There was no one that knew you better than me. We were handmade for each other.
Lately, it’s become achingly obvious you’re miserable. You’ve moved back home to take care of your ailing mother. You’ve been looking for a new job, but that’s not going well. Admit it: it’s all too much.
Everyone around you sees your suffering, but they’re not willing to help you.
Everyone but Jackson.
He comes into your life at the perfect moment and offers you everything you could want: a shoulder to lean on, love, and most importantly, hope.
But there’s no one that can compare to me. You seem to forget that I’m your figure 8. Your infinity. You try to run, but I will always find you.
Yours Truly,
Figure 8
Buy Links:
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Our Review:
Reviewed by Donna ~ 3.5 stars
***ARC received for an honest review***
“Well, your nest is getting ready
to fall. So it’s either fall or fly. Little bird that I love the most, what are
you going to do?”
As ever, Calia Read’s writing was impeccable, this author
never fails to draw me into a story and hold me captive for its entirety. Calia
Read’s words are like poetry, where you feel the timbre, the resonance and are
lulled into the melody the more you read. That has not changed.
“You seem to forget that I’m your
figure eight. Your infinity. You try to run but I will always find you.”
I really cannot go into details about this book, because
everything is a spoiler. When a book is all about the suspense, intrigue and
build up, the author spends a remarkable amount of time and effort to bring you
to that precipice. That feeling of balancing on the edge of a cliff and you are
impatiently waiting for the author to give you that final nudge over. This was
how I felt throughout this whole book. I was waiting for that push, that nudge,
but all I felt was a whisper.
“DIDN’T I TELL you that there’s a
dark side to love? Well, you’re getting ready to experience that and you don’t
even realize it. Yet.”
Calia Read delivers a book that confuses you, it infuriates
you, it has your brain running a mile a minute frantically trying to decipher
what the hell is going on. You will find yourself going back over things,
dissecting every little morsel, replaying, analysing and after all that spent
energy you will still be no closer to understanding what the hell is going on.
For that, I applaud the author, she had me hoodwinked from the very start. I
had many ideas of what was transpiring between the pages, none of which were
right, some ideas were on the right track but none fit the bill completely.
“Let that blood flow and listen
carefully to the walls. They’ll start to whisper to you and if you’re lucky
those whispers will transform into screams. You’ll hear the honesty and truth
that you need. All because of the color of blood.”
I will be honest and say the first fifty percent was a
little hard going, sometimes being confused for so long gets a little tiring
and I wished that the author had maybe thrown us a little bone a little earlier
on, but none the less, I still kept those pages turning. I did find I had to be
in the right frame of mind to read this one, I needed to be alert, so bedtime
reading for this one was definitely out the question. The last half of this
book was faster paced, clues are coming at you, but you don’t realise that they
are clues until the end and then it all makes sense.
“See? Levels of affection. To
know them is to love them. And to love them is to hate them.”
I hardly ever disagree with the way that an author ends a
book, it is their prerogative, their story to tell, it is what their characters
dictate, but sometimes an ending screams at me and this was one of those
instances. In fact, I had two on the trot…totally unheard of. I understood it,
but didn’t like it, I resonated with it, but still didn’t like it. This is most
probably personal preference, was it predictable, hell no, but it was what
Calia Read does best. Calia Read delivered a book that will shock you, the
reveals are cleverly done, the book written in some amazing point of views, the
story of which a lot of people can and will empathise with. Cleverly plotted,
brilliantly executed, fantastically written but for me personally, the ending
killed it, up until that very last chapter, it would have been a solid 4.5
stars.
Excerpt:
I have discovered that from a distance it is incredibly easy to read people. In the shadows, people don’t notice you. They let their guard down. Let you into their life without even knowing it. After a while their movements become predictable and you start to feel more intimate with them. You know when they’re irritable or sad. Happy or anxious. And while they keep desperately seeking a cure- all for their afflictions, you stand there in shadows, knowing what they need. My last gift was what you needed. But you barely noticed. You were too busy with your despair.
Ah, despair, despair, despair. Too many people get caught in that bitch’s web. And the sad truth is that they never find their way out. They never find their figure eight.
They never find me.
Yet the truth of the matter is that you didn’t find me. You got lucky and had the tables turned.
You may not see me yet. But you will.
Something as big as me takes time to acclimate to. Until then I’m going to give you another present. This one you’re going to take notice of. It is truly something.
I’m actually quite proud of myself with this one. It’s so good that I’m going to let you think that fate, kismet or whatever bull shit you call it, was responsible for it. Besides, I have a million more gifts just waiting for you, that I can take credit for.
Each one is bigger and better than the last.
You’ll see.
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