When I read the plot in goodreads all I had in mind was how typical it was. Yes I’ve gone through those you-kidnap-me-cause-you’re-inlove-with-me-and-i-don’t-know-why-but-I-think-i-love-you-too for a million times in lots of stories online but I decided to give this book a shot.
Reading its first few pages made me crave for the rest. There was this thrill factor about it that you just wanna know what would happen next. There is simplicity in its narration but with the way the characters deliver their actions and lines, you could definitely feel the force of its situation.
The novel was written in Gemma’s point of view and is in a form of a long letter directed to Ty, her captor, who has temper, but is very caring of his victim and is likeable. With the circumstance given of being alone with each other, Ty gets to tell Gemma his sad stories and shows her his somewhat vulnerable part that would make you go like c’mon Gemma fall in love with him already. And you know what, between all those attempts of escaping from his grasp, she kinda did. But what’s smart about the girl protagonist is that she sensed the wrongness behind what she felt—like a helpless kidnap victim who looks at her kidnapper in a positive manner. Uhuh, hello Stockholm syndrome!
“Let’s face it, you did steal me. But you saved my life too. And somewhere in the middle, you showed me a place so different and beautiful; I can never get it out of my mind. And I can’t get you out of there either. You’re stuck in my brain like my own blood vessels.”
It could’ve been funny if you wouldn’t get to sense the emotions it brings. Yep, the tricky part is that you get to feel everything Gemma experienced, and it would make you think how strange it would be to let yourself develop attachment towards the one who caused you all those sufferings. Lucy Christopher definitely knows how to let you get into the girl protagonist’s shoes; she lets the readers feel doubt, confusion and fondness through her fitting usage of words that it could make you think everything was real.
At the very last page, I couldn’t help myself from spilling tears as I was as bewildered as Gemma was. And also, at that moment, all that I could ever think about was that this book is the bomb.