This book ripped my heart out then threw it against the wall only to pick it up, stomp and kick at it with steel toed boots.
In the misery, the bleakness and the dark hole that became my chest there was a light weak but bright. The author was able to keep me focused on that little light, it wasn't hope of a HEA it was much deeper it was the spark of life to breath to continue. Her words are beautifully sewn together, visual and emotionally charged.
Depressing stories are my kryptonite normally I would have dropped this after the first chapter but I couldn't put it down. Would I ever read it again ? Hell no, I'll never forget it.