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I don’t maintain his pseudo redemption and/or services. What matters are definitely the factors, right here now, that Abby recognizes them while they are horrible whilst still being manages to stay with Travis.
I couldn’t finish the fucking book because I was feeling sick to my stomach – and I insist on saying the characterization of the love story was goddamn awful and should never be seen as something okay. So do you honestly think I care when you say I should have finished it before writing all this? Promote me personally a screwing break. I have witnessed abusive relationships in real life; this book depicts the beginning of one, and the memories alone are enough to make me wanna puke. I sure as hell won’t force myself to undergo the whole 400 pages.
* At some point the guy would not let her escape the fresh new apartment because the he believes their own attire aren’t appropriate adequate. Therefore the guy pushes their adjust. Okay. Am i able to send you back once again to the newest “That isn’t okay choices” an element of the opinion?
I’d like to talk about this for a second. Marriage and tattoos? What exactly is this? Travis unexpectedly got an “Abby” tattoo, without warning her, without considering the consequences of such an act (but I guess I’m asking continuously off your, provided he’s got tribal tattoos throughout his system). Anyway, Travis emotionally challenged her, and so she got one too. Again, what is this? A leash that she will never, ever be able to free herself from? What if their relationship doesn’t last? What if they get a divorce? Basically, until the day she dies, she will look at her skin and remember that at some point in her life, she chose to mark herself not as a person, but as a wife. As someone’s something. And that’s just terrible.
I am composing all this since the I feel very Resentful regarding it publication. Women fought and still fight every day so we can be treated as equals and not as objects. I’m not going to sit still and pretend this book didn’t horrify me. Because it did. It fucking did, big time.
Also believe it or not but I’m not doing this to tear the author down, I don’t really care about her, my review isn’t about her but about the book. It’s nothing personal, I respect her as a human being. I just feel very sorry for the messages she conveys through this everything you but Stunning Disaster.
*** EDIT#2: : Yeah, so. About that. There seems to be some kind of Reviewers VS Authors movement here on Goodreads (but also on Amazon, Twitter, etc.). Since the author of Beautiful Disaster made me be a part of it, I’ve decided to join here two links. The first one is a blog post, written by author Hannah Moskowvitz. Check it out, it’s really good. Second one, written by Nafiza, on her blog. And I have one thing to say: you go, girl.
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*** EDIT#4: : Yes, I know this is way too long already but I wanted to add something. For the trolls who’ve been telling me for the past fucking year that this is just fiction: not only do you come off as stupidly paradoxical for being on Goodreads in the first place, because it’s a website for people who feel passionate about books, but you’re also wrong. When you read a book for entertainment purposes only, you’re relaxed and receptive, almost vulnerable, as unconsciously, you assume that what you’re reading is okay and right (otherwise it wouldn’t be published, would it?) Therefore you don’t really pay attention to the real meaning behind what you’re reading. After all, “It’s just a book”, right? Wrong. Sometimes you have to wake up, and realize that what you’re reading is in reality a dangerous stinking piece of shit. Yes, it’s a book, but young girls read this and unconsciously absorb the messages that are being sent, and then it has an impact on the way they carry out their personal lives, without even realizing that stupid books like this one contributed to giving her a black eye and pushing her down the stairs. In reality, it doesn’t work like that. You can’t change someone who’s damaged and unstable just because you love them, no matter what the books try to tell you. Don’t waste your time trying.
