A review by emmd13
Leo, by Mia Sheridan

5.0

Overall, I really enjoyed this book. It had an intriguing plot, with many twists and turns once inside. I'll admit, I saw the biggest of them coming from a mile away, but it definitely wasn't anything like I'd expected once I learned the details. So, major points for that. Leo's tattoo and the intricacy surrounding it were very well thought out. I would simply love to see a sketch of it in person or, better yet, on Leo! I loved learning more about Leo and Evie's story as the book progressed and I was silently rooting for them all the way! I'm a sucker for happy endings.

Like Leo would say, Evie has something special. She sees past the darkest parts of a person to the little places deep inside them that have little to no light. She slowly nurtures that little piece of light until it shines brightly. She has a calm, loving, yet determined spirit that fights for what she wants. I loved how she interacted with Leo and did exactly as he needed. And in return, he was everything she needed, as well...

I look forward to reading Leo's Chance once I have the time and expect it to be just as good, if not better!

***

Now, here's my favorite parts from the whole book: the epilogue from Leo's point of view.

Everyone tells a story about themselves in their own head. That story makes you who you are, dictating all your actions and all your mistakes. If your own story is filled with guilt and fear and self-hatred, life can look pretty miserable.
But, if you're very lucky, you might have a person who tells you a better story, one that takes up residence in your soul, speaking louder than the woeful tale of which you've convinced yourself. If you let it speak loudly within your heart, it becomes your passion and your purpose. And this is a good thing, the best of things. Because it is the very definition of love, nothing less.
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All the world's a circus. Sometimes you choose your act and sometimes it's assigned to you. I had roamed the arena for far too long, roaring and bellowing, believing that I wasn't brave enough to leap through the fire. But all along, she had stood there, constant and calm. "I can't make the fire go away," she had seemed to say. "I can't guarantee you won't get burned. But I can hold this hoop for you, I can remain steady and strong, because I believe in you. Because you are mine."
And in the end, I had jumped. And the other side was just as glorious as her eyes had promised.