It happened like this. I was stolen from an airport. Taken from everything I knew, everything I was used to. Taken to sand and heat, dirt and danger. And he expected me to love him.
This is my story.
A letter from nowhere.
Sixteen year old Gemma is kidnapped from Bangkok airport and taken to the Australian Outback. This wild and desolate landscape becomes almost a character in the book, so vividly is it described. Ty, her captor, is no stereotype. He is young, fit and completely gorgeous. This new life in the wilderness has been years in the planning. He loves only her, wants only her. Under the hot glare of the Australian sun, cut off from the world outside, can the force of his love make Gemma love him back?
The story takes the form of a letter, written by Gemma to Ty, reflecting on those strange and disturbing months in the outback. Months when the lines between love and obsession, and love and dependency, blur until they don’t exist – almost.
This book was definitely interesting. I liked the format from the very beginning, which was weird because normally I feel a little uncomfortable with second person. It wasn’t just the format though. I really appreciated Gemma’s narration and the way she told the story. She herself was a little unlikable at times, but her POV was great and I enjoyed reading it.
You know, it’s just occurring to me now that Ty and Gemma didn’t really hit me as characters. Gemma’s narration was hard hitting and I liked the way she never gave up on escape. Ty–I just couldn’t see past his fascination with Gemma. It wasn’t that he wasn’t a well formed character, I just never really felt especially emotionally invested in Gemma and Ty.
Pacing was good. I really liked the beginning and the way Lucy Christopher set things up. One thing though. Do people usually remember all these tiny details in a story like how many steps they took or what time it was? Maybe they do. I dunno. I just figured that after a while, a person wouldn’t remember the details that didn’t matter. That were of low importance. Especially if they happened before or after the traumatic experience.
And the end. I loved it. I can’t say that I didn’t see it coming. I figured it would be something like that. But still, I really enjoyed it and I loved the way Lucy Christopher strung words together–especially in those last moments of the story. In fact, if I could only remember one thing about this story for future reference, I’d take Christopher’s writing. It was beautiful, and I was impressed. 4 stars.
pg count for the paperback: 301