A review by raincloudreads
More Than We Can Tell by Brigid Kemmerer
4.5
4.5 stars
“I’m going to turn into my father. I keep waiting for it to happen. I’ve read about the cycle of violence, and the way certain traits are carved into your genetic makeup.” My forearms are clenched tight against my abdomen, like I need to physically hold myself together. “It’s like how Dec swears he’ll never touch alcohol again. I have to do that somehow. Because I don’t know how it starts, and I won’t know how to stop.”
rev my sweet prince
“I’m going to turn into my father. I keep waiting for it to happen. I’ve read about the cycle of violence, and the way certain traits are carved into your genetic makeup.” My forearms are clenched tight against my abdomen, like I need to physically hold myself together. “It’s like how Dec swears he’ll never touch alcohol again. I have to do that somehow. Because I don’t know how it starts, and I won’t know how to stop.”
rev my sweet prince