My rating: 5 of 5 stars
My sister Julia manipulated my life into a prison to keep me silent about our dirty family secret. Her greed made me a slave and circumstance left me with no way to escape.
Trapped, the only way I could silence the nightmares driving me to insanity was to wrap them in color, hold them with shadow, and stitch them to negative space with line.
But no matter how bright the pigments, no one could see my confession.
Except for Roy Callahan.
I thought he was just another nameless one-night stand in a long line of many.
But I was wrong. Roy could see past the façade of my life and through the veil color over the canvas. He could see what the world couldn’t.
And with him I’d find the courage to tell the truth about the boy.
The boy who kissed me.
The boy who loved me.
The boy whose name I couldn’t remember.
I can’t began to describe how amazing this book is. It’s raw, depressing, gets to the nitty gritty, hopeful, and doesn’t tip toe around the issue. It’s mental illness, but just one aspect of a illness that most people would rather ignore and write off as not a real disease, behavior problems, or some other nonsense.
You really gotta read it to get the full effect. The characters, Paris and Roy, are extremely strong. To see things that only you can see and to have someone actually look past what others cross to the other side of the street for and believe and love you enough to help you is a blessing. And Adrienne Wilder writes this out beautifully. There is no magical crazy fix, no ‘you just haven’t met the right person’, no ‘just take this one pill and you’ll be normal’. It was real life, everyday mental issues, complete with abusive caretaker, who should be shot.
Now I don’t know how Adrienne knows or who she knows who knows, but somehow she hit this right on the head. Definitely recommend for those strong enough to venture through it.