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393 pages, Paperback
First published March 31, 2020
“I suspected that was the true mark of the devil: turning people into starry-eyed fools when they ought to know better.”
My mother once told me that if you have something truly important to say, write it in a letter. Not an email or text or typed out. But to put pen to paper. A person’s handwriting, the places they press harder on the page, the blots and errors in the ink, show their soul. Put your thoughts in a letter, and the receiver has a record of it forever, not just a memory but something they can pull out and touch when they need a reminder.
“I was okay with all of that. And then you came back . . . Delilah, you are the only person alive who truly knows me for me. That used to piss me off. But now? It feels like a lifeline.”
“Mama used to say the brain can lie to you, but the heart always knows the truth.” I shrug. “Problem is, most of us would rather believe the lie than face the truth.”
“You ever come to a crossroads in your life? When you think you have everything figured out, and then you realize you know nothing? And you have no clue which way to go from there?”
"...Sam was safe, Delilah. She didn't ask questions, and she didn't really want to get to know me. I was a loner stuck in the role of town charmer. Sam suited my purposes because she played the part of devoted girlfriend and kept people from getting too close. That's all."
I hate the term beau. It sounds so old fashioned, but there’s also something so much more to it than boyfriend—a solidity, a sense of time and history. It makes me cringe.
Audio book source: Audible (purchased)
Story Rating: 4 stars
Narrators: Sebastian York and Maxine Mitchell
Narration Rating: 4.5 stars
Genre: Romance
Length: 11 hours and 52 minutes
“A lady friend once told me that when a woman wears red lipstick to meet a man, it’s for two possible reasons. Either she wants him to fuck her, or she wants to tell him to fuck off.”
“Too bad emotions don’t listen to orders.”
Delilah is pretty. Quietly pretty. She will never be the first person everyone looks at when entering a room. Especially not in LA, where beautiful women bloom like flowers in a well-tended garden. But among a bouquet of perfect roses, Delilah is much like her namesake flower—unexpectedly vivid and complex—making you realize that roses are boring in comparison.
"Did I take advantage? Yeah, I did. But it was never about control or payback. It was the only way I knew I could be close to you. We parted with so much hate and hurt between us. I wanted a chance to get to know who you are now. For me to show you who I am.”
"You're killing me, Tot. I don't know whether I'm coming or going with you."
"I'm going to love you, Macon Saint. So long and so hard you're not going to remember what it feels like to be without love."
“All those years, from the very first, you always seemed to know exactly what made me tick, and I swore you could see my every weakness. I assumed that somehow you knew I’d been beaten. It was so humiliating that I’d lashed out. I hated you because I thought you saw my shame. I thought you saw it every time you looked at me.”Macon bullied Delilah for that reason. For anyone who has read Vicious.. does that ring any bell?
“He knew better. You know the sad thing? She was divorcing him when she died. I found the papers. He hadn’t yet signed.” We’re both silent for a moment. My throat is thick and sore, the need to give him a big hug fairly strong. But I stay still. “I’m sorry, Macon. I’m sorry the wrong parent left you and the shitty one keeps finding ways to hurt you.”
This pretty, happy girl on her bike had everything I wanted: a sister, parents who loved her. She belonged in the world, and I didn’t. Rage choked me, thick as grits sliding off a hot spoon. Stupid boy. Lazy, disrespectful little shit.
I hated that you were the only one who could ever scratch the scabs that cover me. You made me bleed when I didn’t want to.I got so many flashbacks reading this book. Instead of concentrating on Macon and Deliah's story, I just wanted to reread Vicious because I missed Vicious and Emilia. I'm not saying that you can't write a book reusing different tropes again because of course you can tropes tend to get recycled. Maybe I should have liked this because bc of the similarities to one of my fav books, but sadly not at all. I couldn't give a fuck about these characters. I didn't hate Macon and Delilah, but if they'd get in an accident and die, it's not as if I would shed tears for them either. They were just super bland and boring characters.