I feel a childish delight to have caused her even a minuscule amount of the pain she’s caused me. Renée eyes me warily, rubbing a reddened palm. “I don’t want you here,” I snarl, unable to hide my bitterness. The warm sincerity of her embrace, though… it tries to weaken the resentment I’ve fostered since she walked out on her family, leaving me to pick up the pieces. Not a word for two stinking years and she shows up thinking I’m going to be grateful she’s here? Why now? It’s a little late if she wants to make amends. The shock of finding Renée on the doorstep is fading, taken over by the sheer hypocrisy of her arrival. The story relates to sensitive topics that may be triggering for some readers. Letting Go is a young adult romance dealing with tragedy, restitution, and love in all its aspects. I’m here to make amends and face a past haunted by regret.Īs long as I can convince myself to stay. Instead, it makes me question every thoughtless decision I’ve made. She can go back to her fancy college and forget about us- that’s what she does best anyway. My sister’s defection is a wound that won’t heal, and her return simply rubs at the scabs covering my heart. Mom is barely in the grave and the prodigal child is here to pick the bones clean. Genres: Coming of Age, Contemporary, New Adult, RomanceĪ coming-of-age novel about the pain of misconceptions and learning from them. Stay tuned for my review of this book (just grabbed it from NetGalley). Letting Go: The Defiant Sisters is Book1 of The Defiant Sisters Duet, just out today. Jacquie has a knack for digging into a character, making me care for them and then worry about what’s swirling around them. I’ve read many of her novels and never been disappointed.
Like it is still screaming.A big shout out to efriend, fellow blogger, and USA Best Selling author, Jacquie Biggar as she publishes her next amazing book. The double-wide front door had been blown open, like the house had died mid-scream. Ragged police tape swung from the columns. I’m just a girl, standing in front of a salad, asking it to be a doughnut.
His children were left behind, like a sock in a drawer that was almost empty, and that was a million times worse than if there was nothing left at all.
I couldn’t have known that the first hit, that baptism into violence, doesn’t just sting the flesh. Though I saw men hit her and my aunt from time to time, no man has ever hit me, so I didn’t know. Other times, like this morning, it punched me in the teeth. I’d been poor as shit for my entire life. Subscribe Top Five Quotes From Books I Love
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