Tuesday, December 1, 2015

Review: Under the Influence by L.B. Simmons

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I loved you once. A love I thought irrevocable. A love I mistakenly believed could transcend both time and circumstance. Under the influence of my dimwitted, na├»ve, traitorous heart, I became intoxicated with what I now know was simply a figment of my self-indulgent imagination. So drunk on the feeling, I couldn’t see what was right in front of my face. So foolishly enamored, I blindly followed my heart into the depths of an emotion that would ravage me. 
Years later, I know now what I wish I knew then. I am stronger. Smarter. Tougher. I will not allow myself to be broken again. 
I loved you.
I raged for you.
I wept for you.
And now, I’m letting you go.

Author’s Note:  Under the Influence is the journey of two childhood friends that spans the course of five pivotal years in their lives. It is a story about their discovery of true friendship as it blossoms into first love, their experience of crucial sacrifice and ultimate betrayal, and their endurance of agonizing heartbreak on the way to finding lasting redemption.

My Review
"I have always belonged to you. I will always belong to you. Regardless of what you've done, what you do, or what you will do, I will forever be yours. And that's my choice to make, whether you choose me or not.

ALL.THE.FEELS. I went into this book knowing that there was a possibility that it would make me cry. However, I didn't think it would tug on my heart strings right off the bat, but it did. I was pulled in to Spencer and Dalton's story and I could not put it down. 

This book tackles some heavy subject matter and I feel like even though it is tagged that way, there needs to be a warning for those that could possibly not handle this. Because it was difficult to read just because it made my heart hurt. 

Anyways- without giving much away, because I am all for diving in clueless, Dalton has not had an easy childhood, not even a little. Because of this he has not always made the best decisions. But deep down he was still a good kid that just got the shitty end of the stick. The only bright spot in his life is Spencer. 

I liked Spencer a lot. She instantly came across as a genuine and compassionate person and I couldn't help but be drawn to her. It's no surprise that her and Dalton are drawn to one another. But Dalton's poor decisions catch up to him and lead to devastating outcomes. That's all I will say. 

I have to admit I was surprised a little with how things turned out but I was so drawn into this story! I love the way everything worked out. This book was nothing like I expected, I never wanted it to end. 

"I loved you. I raged for you. I wept for you. And now, I'm letting you go. Goodbye, Dalton.

ARC provided in exchange for my HONEST review. Thank you!

Dalton POV:

And thats when I see it. The faded bruising high on the little girls cheek and the red welts that line it. A slap mark.
I force a deep breath through my nose and crack my neck, my natural response when stricken with memories from my own past. The rage I feed upon, the anger that fuels me to perform on a regular basis, skims dangerously close to the surface as my fingers tighten around the crayon in my hand.
Her blue eyes remain locked with mine. She watches closely for a moment, studying me intently, then rises and leans her tiny body across the table to place her palm on my cheek.
Normally I would strongly object to anyone I dont know putting their hands on me, but I remain frozen as the warmth from her hand seeps into my skin. Huge tears sprout, coating her eyes before she finally speaks.
Youre one of us. I can tell.
She removes her hand and places it on my chest, the burning beneath my ribcage strangely anesthetized by the contact.  I know. She nods as she focuses on her touch. It hurts here. Where they break your heart.
When Im barely able to nod my response, she offers me a defeated smile. My throat clogs with emotion I havent felt in years, and Im forced to swallow it deeply. Her eyes fall to my throat and then rise once again to meet mine.
Yeah, I feel it too.

Author Bio:
L.B. Simmons is a graduate of Texas A&M University and holds a degree in Biomedical Science.  She has been a practicing Chemist for the last 11 years.  She lives with her husband and three daughters in Texas and writes every chance she gets.

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