I fancy myself a purveyor of truth, a sifter of lies, a cutter of bullshit. It’s not a gift, but rather, all skill, honed to a razor’s edge after one too many trips down the rabbit hole.
Some may dismiss my talent as misplaced and misguided cynicism, but they’d be wrong. Cliches about hope and faith in mankind are concocted unicorn farts, an effort to keep the dreamers dreaming. Experiences don’t lie—people do.
While I’m not proud of the circumstances that led me to this way of thinking, I respect the journey. The road to enlightenment can be dark and foreboding, but the destination makes it all worthwhile.
But funny thing about the past—it’s a defiant child refusing to stay in time out. No matter how deeply buried, it can always pop up when least expected, and sink its fucking claws into the flesh of your heart. No, not my heart—I no longer have one. I foolishly gave it away years ago, but I still feel the ripping in my chest as I fist the crumpled note left on my porch.
I’ve avoided this day, ran from it, for the past eight years.
And still we meet again.
But to truly understand … to feel my dread and fear my future as I do, it’s important to know what happened in my past.
My name is Marlo Rivers, and this is my story of corrupted love.
Currently I am dead. R. I. P. to my emotions. R. I. P. to everything that existed before Low and Ever. Buh-bye.
Let me start off by saying I am pissed. And there are three reasons why but I can’t tell you because spoilers. But I want to, really bad! Both of the characters infuriated me with the way they handled a couple of things but nonetheless…I LOVED IT. Like, it was perfect because it matched their ages and the times and their maturity. The author depicted all of that perfectly. It’s like, the best kind of angst you could ask for.
High school. Broody hero. Strong and quick witted heroine. Yes, yes, yes. Sign me up for all of those things because they’re my weakness. Marlo also wasn’t like most heroines I read about. She was incredible and her personality was like a big ball of wonderful. Sassy. Strong. She rocked my world. Ever and his broodiness and softness mixed into one hot package rocked my other world. I couldn’t get enough of the two of them, especially when they were together.
The secondary characters in Low Over High were so complex I feel like they each could have had a book about them. I loved them and their interactions but I just felt like I didn’t get enough of them. I wanted more.
The ending is so unfair. In the best possible way though. Like, I hate how it ended but I loved it at the same time. I know, it makes so much sense.
You know what, I’ll never get over the ending. Ever. It will haunt me for the rest of my existence. And to me, to me that makes a damn memorable book!