If you ever -I mean ever- want to read this book (You have to read it!!) Have a box of tissues, emergency chocolate, and a happy movie on hand. And maybe the happy movie wont cut it because you'll be sitting there watching it and still crying about Elizabeth's story.
And it would be awkward if someone walked in with you watching a happy movie, and well... crying.
"What are you doing?" This is where you picture that person look of dumbfounded-ness.
uhhh.... Yep, drawing a blank.
"Want some chocolate?" *Offers the box up innocently while still crying*
Anyway, back to the book.
The whole story captured the child like innocence of a fear/terror/ horrible experience of getting taken out of your bed and made to walk a long way with a knife at your back. Scary.
The whole book captured the true fear of one who is only fourteen.
one thing did irritate me though and that was the fact that she kept repeating herself. I quickly got over it by the end of the book.
And by the end of the book I mean... Well I was looking pretty darn horrible. So I had to wait awhile to blog this so that I could actually see properly.
Red itchy eyes, puffy leaky nose, and bitten off finger nails.
Not a pretty sight, right?
I liked this book. Five starz it is, then. https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/806160155