So I’ve read this book twice now. I liked it a lot the first time and I LOVED it the second time. Or at least I thought I only liked it the first time…I think the reason for that is because throughout the whole first read, I was SO distracted by the thought of Caleb being dead that I just wanted to gobble it down and get to the ending. But after reading it the second time, I realized that I DID love it the first time. The way the story is built, with the flashing back and forth between the past and the present and the unfolding of events on that stage of uncertainty created such a sense of desperate urgency that I couldn’t move until I finished the book.
Wondering what happened to Caleb, to Livvie, to the plan, created a sense of urgency and discomfort I’ve never felt reading another book or series. I felt so invested in it. And I realized after reading it a second time that I DID love it the first time.
This book made me ecstatic AND pissed me off. There were times when I wanted to reach into the pages and kick Caleb in the nuts and elbow Livvie in the face. I have never read a book before that had such fucked up, psychological train wrecks as the main characters. They do morally reprehensible things, things I hated, and yet I LOVED them for it all. I rooted for them, and because of Roberts’ brilliant characterization, I understood them. Because they are REAL. They are fucked up like you and me. There are no politically correct nuances included so the everyday reader won’t get their feelings hurt. This is balls to the wall people. And it was awesome.
You might read this and say gosh you just described this book as making you uncomfortable, pissed off and hateful toward the main characters. Yes, I did people. Because even while you are hating what they are doing, you are loving who they are. And, honestly, have YOU ever read a book that main you actually FEEL that deeply? I have. And this book – this series – was it.