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A review by alongreader
Past Perfect Life by Elizabeth Eulberg
4.0
Warning; do not read this title between customers, thinking you're being sneaky. You *will* be crying when you need to serve.
This is an amazing, heart felt read. Although I would have liked it to go on just a little longer, I very much enjoyed reading it, and it did stop in a good spot. I just want more in the 'verse.
I thought the characters rang very true, considering what they've all been through. I especially liked Sarah, one of the best bratty little sisters I've read in a long time.
I'll be watching out for more titles by this author.
Receiving an ARC did not affect my review in any way.
“Ally?”
The walls are closing in on me. I try to call out for Officer Dash to get me out of here, but my voice fails. I try again, but nothing.
“Ally?” Dad pleads.
I can’t. I just can’t. It would be so easy to tell him that I forgive him, but it’s impossible. At this moment, I’m confused, I’m angry, and I’m hurt. I love my dad, but he has deceived me. The person I thought he was, the person I thought I was, doesn’t exist.
I can’t.
“GET ME OUT!” I scream.
This is an amazing, heart felt read. Although I would have liked it to go on just a little longer, I very much enjoyed reading it, and it did stop in a good spot. I just want more in the 'verse.
I thought the characters rang very true, considering what they've all been through. I especially liked Sarah, one of the best bratty little sisters I've read in a long time.
I'll be watching out for more titles by this author.
Receiving an ARC did not affect my review in any way.
“Ally?”
The walls are closing in on me. I try to call out for Officer Dash to get me out of here, but my voice fails. I try again, but nothing.
“Ally?” Dad pleads.
I can’t. I just can’t. It would be so easy to tell him that I forgive him, but it’s impossible. At this moment, I’m confused, I’m angry, and I’m hurt. I love my dad, but he has deceived me. The person I thought he was, the person I thought I was, doesn’t exist.
I can’t.
“GET ME OUT!” I scream.