Stolen
Whoa. This is a tough one. Really tough. It’s tough to review, because I don’t want to give anything away. Tough, also because this, well… I guess it might not be for everyone. In fact, I glared at my husband a few times when he asked me how I was liking it. Not because I wasn’t liking it, but because I was a mess. Where was this going to go? Why were my feelings so jumbled. Would I be satisfied with the outcome? My reactions were all over the place.
But there’s a thing that’s easy for me, and that’s gauging how much I liked, or loved a book. My fundamental reaction to it. And this one. EASY. I reacted deeply. I LOVED it. In fact, there were a few sob-worthy moments. I won’t bother to tell you anything about them, but just to let you know, I was so overwrought at times, that I just stared. Lump in my throat, pain in my chest, tears threatening to spill. But I just stared.