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A review by 0beyray
Untamed Vixen by Luna Pierce
Did not finish book.
Ok, so, I have some beef with this story.
I would say *spoilers* but this is a common theme the entire book, so, really, it's not.
The FMC is so very, very annoying. I would like you to read this little excerpt and tell me if you think this is a woman speaking about a grown ass man, or a child?
“Oh.” June tilts her head. “You’re going there? Now? Okay. Let’s do this then.” She pushes his shoulder. “Come on, tell me what you really think, Coen. Share with the whole group how you made a bunch of empty promises and left, like a fucking coward. You couldn't be bothered to call, to check-in, to be a man, and maybe just admit you moved the fuck on? You know, I should have known you’d betray me, that you’d leave me without a second fucking thought.” June shakes her head. “You knew what that meant to me. To be abandoned. And you did it anyway. Did you ever fucking care about me at all?” Her voice lowers. “Was I a joke to you? A quest?”
A man, right? WRONG. This is a twenty-one year woman talking about a forteen-ish year old boy she loved when she was twelve.
A boy who had no choice when his dad packed them up and moved away.
My memory flashes back to the summer before seventh grade. I was maybe twelve years old. I couldn’t fathom the idea of starting junior high school without having my first kiss. I thought people would somehow be able to tell. See me as the girl who had never been kissed. In comes the sweetest, most thoughtful boy I’d ever met. We had been best friends since childhood before that, but upon telling him about my virgin lip worries, we crossed that boundary together, taking our friendship to the next level.... Raw. Real. Innocent... And it was over in the blink of an eye. One day, we were holding hands on the rooftop of our favorite pizza shop, the next, we were saying goodbye through the window of his dad’s run-down truck as it drove away...He hung out the passenger window and once it became no longer safe to do, his dad pulled him inside and he pressed his hand against the back glass.
Now, she will mention it, throw it in his face, hold it over his head, and be a bitch to him for the entire book starting with chapter three, and he just... takes it???
That Coen and June died almost ten years ago, and I refuse to ever resurrect those pieces of me.
Because I am not the same girl who wept for days when he disappeared from her life.
Nothing he could say could erase the damage he's done. He betrayed me. He left. He did the very thing that ripped my heart out of my chest, causing irreparable damage that would mold me into the person I am today.
I’ve worked every day since then to build up those walls. To disallow anyone the power to hurt me that way ever again. To maintain every ounce of control over my life, my body, my soul. And I’ve done exactly that. Never giving another the chance to betray me—always being two steps ahead, one foot out the door at all times.
Coen, being in my life did exactly that. It was a beautiful bandage to the gaping wound on my soul, only to be shattered when he suddenly left. It taught me a valuable lesson, that you cannot rely on another person for those comforts, because people ultimately will leave, and you’ll be alone to pick up the pieces left behind.
It's really... really... really fucking annoying.
/endrant
I would say *spoilers* but this is a common theme the entire book, so, really, it's not.
The FMC is so very, very annoying. I would like you to read this little excerpt and tell me if you think this is a woman speaking about a grown ass man, or a child?
“Oh.” June tilts her head. “You’re going there? Now? Okay. Let’s do this then.” She pushes his shoulder. “Come on, tell me what you really think, Coen. Share with the whole group how you made a bunch of empty promises and left, like a fucking coward. You couldn't be bothered to call, to check-in, to be a man, and maybe just admit you moved the fuck on? You know, I should have known you’d betray me, that you’d leave me without a second fucking thought.” June shakes her head. “You knew what that meant to me. To be abandoned. And you did it anyway. Did you ever fucking care about me at all?” Her voice lowers. “Was I a joke to you? A quest?”
A man, right? WRONG. This is a twenty-one year woman talking about a forteen-ish year old boy she loved when she was twelve.
A boy who had no choice when his dad packed them up and moved away.
My memory flashes back to the summer before seventh grade. I was maybe twelve years old. I couldn’t fathom the idea of starting junior high school without having my first kiss. I thought people would somehow be able to tell. See me as the girl who had never been kissed. In comes the sweetest, most thoughtful boy I’d ever met. We had been best friends since childhood before that, but upon telling him about my virgin lip worries, we crossed that boundary together, taking our friendship to the next level.... Raw. Real. Innocent... And it was over in the blink of an eye. One day, we were holding hands on the rooftop of our favorite pizza shop, the next, we were saying goodbye through the window of his dad’s run-down truck as it drove away...He hung out the passenger window and once it became no longer safe to do, his dad pulled him inside and he pressed his hand against the back glass.
Now, she will mention it, throw it in his face, hold it over his head, and be a bitch to him for the entire book starting with chapter three, and he just... takes it???
That Coen and June died almost ten years ago, and I refuse to ever resurrect those pieces of me.
Because I am not the same girl who wept for days when he disappeared from her life.
Nothing he could say could erase the damage he's done. He betrayed me. He left. He did the very thing that ripped my heart out of my chest, causing irreparable damage that would mold me into the person I am today.
I’ve worked every day since then to build up those walls. To disallow anyone the power to hurt me that way ever again. To maintain every ounce of control over my life, my body, my soul. And I’ve done exactly that. Never giving another the chance to betray me—always being two steps ahead, one foot out the door at all times.
Coen, being in my life did exactly that. It was a beautiful bandage to the gaping wound on my soul, only to be shattered when he suddenly left. It taught me a valuable lesson, that you cannot rely on another person for those comforts, because people ultimately will leave, and you’ll be alone to pick up the pieces left behind.
It's really... really... really fucking annoying.
/endrant