I think Penelope Douglas did a good job of making us despise Martin and portraying the mind of a domestic abuse victim. The scenes of Martin abusing Emory were so graphic and so excruciating to read. I also personally felt that the descriptions at times were lacking to the point where I found I was getting confused about where they were and what was happening and the logistics of it all. Like where did this rando girl Athos even actually come from all of a sudden who has now been adopted by Rika and Michael. Parts of it felt straight up ridiculous and out of nowhere and left me feeling baffled. This book is so long and if I’m honest it kind of all felt a bit disjointed what with the time we spent in Blackchurch, the flashbacks and the trying to figure out how everything fitted in with the timeline that we’d been given during the other horsemen’s books. “I’m not going.Difficult to rate this book because there was a lot I liked but also a lot I didn’t like. I crumpled it in my fist, about to toss it onto the floor of my locker, but Elle plucked it out of my hand and stuck it inside my jacket, slipping it in between two buttons.īut I was swatting Elle’s hand away.
“As tempting as that is, you need this more than me.” She held it for a moment and then sighed, handing it back to me. One senior used their only pass to invite me? Non-seniors could attend only if they secured an invitation from the graduating class, and even then, the seniors were only allowed to invite one person each. The senior lock-in was held every October, and it was tonight.
I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. “Are you serious?” Elle blurted out, snatching the ticket from my hand and staring at it. My hand shook as I read it over and over again, recognizing the black paper with the ornate silver border and the serial number identifying every ticket sold.
I was hungry.īut then, I saw a black strip of cardstock tied to Godzilla’s tail and ripped it off the ribbon. I hadn’t checked what time sunset was to know when I could eat, and I’d forgotten to bring anything for after the game. We were in the minority in Thunder Bay, so we stood out.Īnyone could’ve sent this, and I was tempted to keep the snack bar. In a town like this, everyone knew who the Jewish kids were. “It’s from someone who knows it’s Yom Kippur,” she said. She read the note, “Sunset is at 6:38 p.m.”
“What’s this?” Elle picked up the paper and granola bar tied to its leg. Why Do We Dream and What is Actually a Dream?Īnd then my face fell.
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