To the moon and back…
From the stars to the ocean…
That was Marley and Cameron Bowen’s secret code.
Twins born just five minutes apart, they have the perfect life… Until tragedy strikes just weeks after their eighth birthday and their father is killed by a drunk driver. Having trouble coping with the loss of her soul mate, their mother tries to find comfort in drugs and alcohol… And an abusive man with a penchant for underage girls.
No longer able to stand listening to his sister’s screams and cries every night for nearly three years, Cam takes matters into his own hands and they’re finally able to escape the nightmare.
They’re finally able to start over…
But the nightmare still haunts Marley. The years go on and she is forced to put on a smile, making everyone think that she is the perfect, well-adjusted teenager that she is supposed to be… Until she is faced with a painful reminder of her past during her senior year of high school and she’s no longer able to keep on the mask that she has been compelled to wear.
Recommended for ages eighteen and over due to strong language, sexual situations, and graphic violence.
How
do you explain a book that has a multitude of life lessons in one story that
took me on a heart wrenching journey and left me so emotionally raw, I was
still sobbing while I one clicked the book prior to this one. I couldn’t
let go of this story, even though both books can be read as a standalone, I am
not able to say goodbye to Cam and Marley.
You
can read the synopsis and get the idea of the story. I can tell you about
the characters, but nothing I can say will do justice to this powerful
book. Everyone and I mean EVERYONE needs to read this. I would have
no problem giving this to my teenage daughter because that is how important and
well written it is. While the topics are disturbing and heart breaking,
such as abuse, drug use and rape, the author was just so brilliant that she
could write the scenes, make the reader feel the emotions and not be
descriptive of details at all. She proved that you don’t need to read or
see the details to understand the massive amount of damage that is done with these
evil acts. It doesn’t matter what happen, victims don’t want to relive it, they
just want to be understood and heard. People need to listen more to what
is being said and ask fewer questions to satisfy their own curiosity.
She
had me thinking about where God is when evil is lurking, how many masks do we
see others wear without seeing the real soul of the person. How many
times have we stayed silent when we should have screamed out and why is it
easier to turn a deaf ear or conform to society rather than take a stand and
make a difference. When did our reputation and safety become more
important than the person on the side of the street needing help or the silent
cry of a person who feels alone, too scared to trust another person with their
story? When did we start believing we are alone in life, when there are
magnitudes of others who feel the same way we do? The author used the lives of
Cam and Marley, twins who depend on each other for everything, to tell the
story of loss, betrayal, separation, abuse and strength.
T.K
Leigh will make you fall in love with those two from the start. The first
page will bring you to your knees and she won’t let you go till the end.
You will be forced to witness the evil in this world BUT along with that you
will also encounter the goodness of love, friendship, compassion and courage
that this world has to offer as well. I am not sure there could be a single
reader out there who could say this wasn’t a realistic. This is what victims of
these crimes live with and T.K. did a beautiful job at giving them a
voice.
I
rarely beg readers to read a book, but I will do so this time and have no shame
for it. If you are a victim of rape and abuse, read it, know you are not
alone. If you have children, read it, look for the signs and realize that
getting help is not something to be embarrassed about. It isn’t a
reflection of your parenting or family; it is a sign of the love you have for
your child. I don’t care who you are or where you are in life, read this
book. Absorb the story; allow it to make you think what you can do to
stop the silence and most importantly let it make you feel because there aren’t
that many books out there now with the magic this one has.
I had gotten used to things
over the years. Marley’s emotions always took you on a wild roller coaster
ride, the ebb and flow often unexpected and sometimes tumultuous. But during
those moments that things flattened out, and the ups and downs of her life were
on an even keel, even if for just an instant, those were the times that I
treasured. I wouldn’t trade those rare memories for anything in the world.
Those were the times that I saw the real Marley…the girl that forced me to play
Barbie’s with her, the girl that convinced me the mud pie she made for me was
really chocolate. The way her eyes brimmed with enthusiasm and mischief at the
same time, you couldn’t help but believe her, knowing that she would squeal
with excitement and delight when you pretended to take a bite of her
‘chocolate’ pie.
“Remember the tree house?”
she asked, bringing me back from my own memories. I could hear the lump in her
throat.
“How could I forget? You
hounded Dad for months to build you one.”
“Remember going out there
after he died, but before Mama lost the house?”
I nodded, finding Marley’s
hand and grabbing it. “Yeah, I do.”
I felt her body tremble
beside me as big, fat rain drops began to fall. “I think it would have been the
best tree house on the block.”
“The way Dad doted on you,
it would have been a tree mansion by the time he was done with it.”
Losing my father was hard
enough when I was just eight, but having to be faced with the constant
reminders of his life made it even more difficult. The worst was looking out
our back window at a tree that he had begun to build a house in for Marley and
me. The night that Mama had explained to us that Dad had gone to heaven and
wouldn’t be coming back, I remember glancing out there and seeing Marley
sitting on the lone wood plank that he had set up as the foundation of the tree
house. Nearly every night that we lived in that house, we would go out there
and simply lay down and look at the stars.
“This reminds me of that,”
I said softly. “Of those nights in the tree house.”
The sound of thunder boomed
around us and we remained on that roof, not caring that we were both drenched
from the late summer downpour cloaking the town.
“Me, too,” Marley said. “I
think that’s why I like coming out here so much. It reminds me of ‘before’. It
makes me feel closer to Dad. I always swore I could hear him talking to me in
that tree house and, some nights when I’m out here, I can still hear him.”
“What does he say?”
She turned to face me and
almost broke into tears. “That he’s proud of you. That he can’t believe how
much of him he sees in you. That he’s happy you don’t let anyone or anything
influence your decisions. That he’s thankful you’ve never abandoned me.
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