For us serial readers there are thousands and thousands of pages a year that we live through, cry trough, and laugh trough. Sometimes our reality becomes a fiction and sometimes even the other way around. We never know where the next chapter is going to take us so we thrive on the excitement it brings. But every once in a while there is that one book that gives you more than you sign up for, probably a headache, crying fit, cloudy thoughts for days and generally, much more than you expected. It’s really not explainable how you got hooked on it, because only thing you wanted at time was a light Saturday afternoon read. Never mind kids going nuts around you and your husband yelling for help, you just can’t put it down.
My latest read left me with mushed thoughts and a case of heavy heart for a whole day. Reading the synopses I thought this book is no different from any other about some rebellious rock star and celebrity life style, but I was wrong. Boy was I wrong! Never read anything from this author before so I don’t really know is this her usual writhing style, but she wove the words around my heart in a way that all outside world chased to exist. Her poetic ways with pen and paper left me breathless, I just couldn’t believe I never read anything from her so far. And lyrics… don’t get me started on lyrics. It was absolutely amazing, raw and gritty and just special.
It should have been easy.
I needed the money. He needed a babysitter to keep him from snorting himself to death.
I was cherry-picked especially for him. Responsible. Optimistic. Warm. Innocent.
The worst part is that I should have known better.
Alex Winslow. British rock star. Serial heartbreaker. Casanova with whiskey eyes.
“Don’t get near the devil in a leather jacket. He’ll chew you up and spit you out.”
Guess what? I didn’t listen.
I signed the contract.
World tour. Three months. Four Continents. One hundred shows.
My name is Indigo Bellamy, and I sold my soul to a tattooed god.
Problem was, my soul wasn’t enough for Alex Winslow. He ended up taking my body, too.
Then he took my heart.
Then he took my all.
There was one tortured hero and one weird girl. And both of them were flawed, not the most handsome and beautiful people in the world, and he was a terrible asshole to her from the start, and she was a little bit of introvert… basically they were two not perfect people but somehow perfect for each other. Loved symbolism behind a title and beautifully constructed pace. This characters were so real I could have carved them in marble. Smart analogies, metaphors, symbolism all made sure that you felt like a part of their world, like nameless, faceless third party, always present but never uttering a word.
And there was a major (MAJOR) twist somewhere around 75% of the book, totally unexpected, one that left me with my jaw hanging. So you can say that I rushed thru the rest of it like crazy but I will tell nothing more! Just read the book and see it for your self. Personally I freaking loved it!