I feel like the dead letter in a flickering sign. If there was ever a time when I might have actually engaged with Lane, that time was over. Her power lies in her ability to maintain the deadened fog of Jacob's world while punctuating it with short bursts of vibrant description.
I feel like Rathbone assembled an army of words, and then masterfully executed the perfect strategy to SLAY YOU WITH THEM. Not only is Jacob's stark narration completely authentic, it's guaranteed to pierce straight through yr heart. Seriously, this book is a literary doozy. Far from yr typical forbidden prison romance (wait, is there a typical forbidden prison romance?), Jacob and Andrea's relationship is a delicate dance of awkward pauses and unspoken questions, a waltz of both insignificant and devastating steps.Ĭan people PLEASE stop writing such amazing first books so I can maintain some semblance of self-esteem?!! GAH EMMA RATHBONE WHY ARE YOU SO TALENTED?!!!! Of course, this lack of contact only serves to make their connection deeper, their ethereal moments together more intense. Since the JDC is separated by sex, Jacob and Andrea only see each other a few times, and even then, they basically have to steal their intimacy under the watchful eyes of the guards. Instead I'll just live vicariously through yr growing relationship with Andrea, a girl lucky enough to glimpse the potential you go to such great lengths to hide. given the fact that we have basically no common ground upon which to connect. Of course, you're incredibly private, so you'd probably never open up to me, esp.
Gah, I wish we were real friends so you could complain to me in person and then we could share a spectacular eye roll in honor of the lame awfulness that is the JDC. When Pastor Todd is not apprising me of the fact that "Jesus was so badass he once knocked over a table," or attempting to high five me in the hallway, he is trying to get me to come to the Bible study classes, which, I would rather eat a mug of ice cream with a bunch of hair in it. Take, for instance, yr description of Pastor Todd:Īt the center of this campaign is a sneakers-wearing self-proclaimed "code-red procrastinator" who also goes by the name of Pastor Todd, and who has his very own office here, right next to the rec room. And yet, in spite of yr suffocating situation, you maintain a charming (yet understandably cynical) sense of humor. You're so lost and listless, buried under years of delinquency and abuse, exhausted by the simple idea of living. lover, he unwillingly befriends David, a creepyass mothercusser who may prove to be the the downfall, not only of the JDC, but of Jacob's hope for redemption.īFF Charm: I'd Try, But He Wouldn't Take It While Jacob successfully avoids entanglements with Lane, his mediocre therapist, and Pastor Todd, the overeager J.C. His only goal is to get out of this monotonous hellhole as soon as possible, even though the real life waiting for him outside promises only an alcoholic mother and a violent stepfather. Jacob spends most of his time trying to stay warm and zone out under the freezing florescents, his silent haze interrupted occasionally by minute flickers of happiness- the strawberry wafers at the snack table, fleeting glances from Andrea, a new girl on the (cell) block. His daily existence is a dreary blur of meaningless routines, patronizing piles of rules and, the worst part, totally gross cafeteria food (seriously, isn't that punishment enough?!).
See, Jacob's locked up in the Braddock County Juvenile Detention Center (JDC), where teenage souls go to die a slow, banal death. And that is exactly why I fell so hard for his story. But when I met Jacob Higgins, I realized that he was not yr average leather jacket-wearing, motorcycle-riding heartthrob. A mysterious loner with a checkered past? A misunderstood criminal straight outta juvie? I will GLADLY volunteer to contribute my time, energy, and sweet sweet lovin' to their inevitable rehabilitation. I'll be the first to admit that, when it comes to YA, I am all about the romanticization of bad boys. Relationship Status: Strangers Brought Together By Saturday Detention Talky Talk: Straight Up Raw with a Splash of Beautyīonus Factors: Mysterious Loner Dude, Murderer Convention, Adult Cover BOOK REPORT for The Patterns of Paper Monsters by Emma RathboneīFF Charm: I'd Try, But He Wouldn't Take It.
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