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A review by lina_bouslimani
Never Too Far by Abbi Glines
2.0
Well well, I might as well should go and just admit that few of the scenes worth A LOT more than the last half the first book which had no depth whatsoever .
the story evolved frantically between the rich lover boy and the not-so-angelic-but-now-horny-as-hell Alabaman gal .
That had been said . My first chick-lit experience with the first book was a freaking bomb of disgruntlement , I was so disappointed at this girl who has –at first , impressed me with her decisiveness which turns out quite elusive for her as she fellows the rich and oh-so-perfect and so asshole of a person , god that was the epitome of the cheesiness of the human romanticism , how many times can you read about it and not get brutally sick of it ? people ( especially female population) seem to NEVER get bored with ….
I don’t know why I went about and flipped through those pages as I did. I’m just a person who doesn’t like to leave the gaps unfilled . and more importantly as I am usually appalled by some the sheer undermining of women , specially in sexual affairs , reading some very clear gender-appointing literature toward women would made me revolted in no time , but I’d like a challenge , I’m dismayed that those forms of undermining exist still but that doesn’t mean I could not acknowledge their imperfect existence .
Now , what pissed me of .
Rush ! fuckdumpness Rush
Now if you could just stop with the god-awefull possessiveness. self-claiming body parts of his mistress was disgusting , and not at all what our dear esteemed writer had intended to deliver : hot and smothering tempestuous , it was anything but honey . I scowled with frustration as he talked to him self obsessively ,like an asshole maniac “mine , this was mine , she was mine , I take care of what’s mine “ as if the girl was some kind of a piece of meat ,just another finer sight of a pretty dolly he intended when he was pleaded to do so . it honestly reminded me of those poor deceased feminists and how they would rumble with rage into their graves at this masochism monstrosity , honestly . the worst of all ,I couldn’t decide whether the girl was stupid enough , or she wanted to be stupid , and have –at all costs , her dirty little time with a man , who had been with half the town and somehow that doesn’t matter , no . but it sure as shit matters if some “ male” so much as glanced at her or worse , talked to her. God , spare us this ridicule.
So this is what women want : men who proclaim their body as their own ( might as well through out a contract on the table to make the lease official ).well don't matter while he have those fine packs , dang it. *yes I said that with a southern tone*
As for the sweet Blaire , her alleged independency had failed her on many occasions –of course this is a fairy tale where men beg you to accept their help. Maybe it has more or a little ( I’d say a lot ) with the fact that she is easy on the eye , and her sight is more than flattering .
I appreciated the parts where the author had tried to make this story as real and as rich and complex as real life ( before they forget everything in 2 seconds and let their animalistic carnality take over their half-functioning brains ) HUGE BUMMER
it was very daunting to try to keep up the depth of the story while they jumped at each other. Not so prettily .
The scene where they all found out had touched me , and I almost cried cause that was real life , and those were real feelings of hurt that any human can endure , the truthfulness of the latter had comforted me.
the story evolved frantically between the rich lover boy and the not-so-angelic-but-now-horny-as-hell Alabaman gal .
That had been said . My first chick-lit experience with the first book was a freaking bomb of disgruntlement , I was so disappointed at this girl who has –at first , impressed me with her decisiveness which turns out quite elusive for her as she fellows the rich and oh-so-perfect and so asshole of a person , god that was the epitome of the cheesiness of the human romanticism , how many times can you read about it and not get brutally sick of it ? people ( especially female population) seem to NEVER get bored with ….
I don’t know why I went about and flipped through those pages as I did. I’m just a person who doesn’t like to leave the gaps unfilled . and more importantly as I am usually appalled by some the sheer undermining of women , specially in sexual affairs , reading some very clear gender-appointing literature toward women would made me revolted in no time , but I’d like a challenge , I’m dismayed that those forms of undermining exist still but that doesn’t mean I could not acknowledge their imperfect existence .
Now , what pissed me of .
Rush ! fuckdumpness Rush
Now if you could just stop with the god-awefull possessiveness. self-claiming body parts of his mistress was disgusting , and not at all what our dear esteemed writer had intended to deliver : hot and smothering tempestuous , it was anything but honey . I scowled with frustration as he talked to him self obsessively ,like an asshole maniac “mine , this was mine , she was mine , I take care of what’s mine “ as if the girl was some kind of a piece of meat ,just another finer sight of a pretty dolly he intended when he was pleaded to do so . it honestly reminded me of those poor deceased feminists and how they would rumble with rage into their graves at this masochism monstrosity , honestly . the worst of all ,I couldn’t decide whether the girl was stupid enough , or she wanted to be stupid , and have –at all costs , her dirty little time with a man , who had been with half the town and somehow that doesn’t matter , no . but it sure as shit matters if some “ male” so much as glanced at her or worse , talked to her. God , spare us this ridicule.
So this is what women want : men who proclaim their body as their own ( might as well through out a contract on the table to make the lease official ).well don't matter while he have those fine packs , dang it. *yes I said that with a southern tone*
As for the sweet Blaire , her alleged independency had failed her on many occasions –of course this is a fairy tale where men beg you to accept their help. Maybe it has more or a little ( I’d say a lot ) with the fact that she is easy on the eye , and her sight is more than flattering .
I appreciated the parts where the author had tried to make this story as real and as rich and complex as real life ( before they forget everything in 2 seconds and let their animalistic carnality take over their half-functioning brains ) HUGE BUMMER
it was very daunting to try to keep up the depth of the story while they jumped at each other. Not so prettily .
The scene where they all found out had touched me , and I almost cried cause that was real life , and those were real feelings of hurt that any human can endure , the truthfulness of the latter had comforted me.