on March 12, 2017
Do you remember me?
Of course you don’t. So I’m going to give you a refresher course.
I’ve known you for years and years. We used to have beautiful conversations. There was no one that knew you better than me. We were handmade for each other.
Lately, it’s become achingly obvious you’re miserable. You’ve moved back home to take care of your ailing mother. You’ve been looking for a new job, but that’s not going well. Admit it: it’s all too much.
Everyone around you sees your suffering, but they’re not willing to help you.
Everyone but Jackson.
He comes into your life at the perfect moment and offers you everything you could want: a shoulder to lean on, love, and most importantly, hope.
But there’s no one that can compare to me. You seem to forget that I’m your figure 8. Your infinity. You try to run, but I will always find you.
Don’t let this short review make you think I didn’t love Figure Eight because I DID! SO MUCH! I have to keep this one short because the way that the story unfolded and how everything came to be, when and how the reader understands what’s going on should be for YOU to experience and not for me to tell you how it all happens.
WOW! That’s really what comes to mind when I think of this book. With Calia Read’s signature mind fuckery, I was blown away again (I love all of her books and this one is one of my top faves of hers next to Unravel). Once the story took off, I couldn’t wrap my arms around anything and questioned every single thing. Totally unexpected and addictive, Figure Eight will keep you guessing until the very, very end.
This is really a hard book to review without spoiling anything so just read it and be blown away by this author’s writing and storytelling.
The underlying message within this story is heartbreakingly sad and pulled at my heartstrings and I truly think this is a book that will affect everyone.
Readers looking for something different, something that will keep your mind thinking and guessing should pick up this book – I promise you that you will not regret it.
I have discovered that from a distance it is incredibly easy to read people. In the shadows, people don’t notice you. They let their guard down. Let you into their life without even knowing it. After a while their movements become predictable and you start to feel more intimate with them. You know when they’re irritable or sad. Happy or anxious. And while they keep desperately seeking a cure- all for their afflictions, you stand there in shadows, knowing what they need. My last gift was what you needed. But you barely noticed. You were too busy with your despair.
Ah, despair, despair, despair. Too many people get caught in that bitch’s web. And the sad truth is that they never find their way out. They never find their figure eight.
They never find me.
Yet the truth of the matter is that you didn’t find me. You got lucky and had the tables turned.
You may not see me yet. But you will.
Something as big as me takes time to acclimate to. Until then I’m going to give you another present. This one you’re going to take notice of. It is truly something.
I’m actually quite proud of myself with this one. It’s so good that I’m going to let you think that fate, kismet or whatever bull shit you call it, was responsible for it. Besides, I have a million more gifts just waiting for you, that I can take credit for.
Each one is bigger and better than the last.