Review
by Kimmi
Sheesus
Christ!!! It has been a very long time since I've read a tear jerker
of this magnitude! Holy Shit! I have teared up in books before, who
hasn't? The last book I read and reviewed and claimed was a tear
jerker, "Ruined" by S. Pratt, yeah it doesn't have shit on
A Different Blue! Right Now! And I mean right now! I need to insert a
warning! If you get to around 65-70% in this book and you have plans to
put the book down, DO NOT PICK IT BACK UP IN PUBLIC!!!!!!!!
Don't
do it man! Just don't! Either continue reading, or pick it back up in
a private (preferably insulated, and or sound proof) room. Heed my
warning! I'm am only saying this to save your dignity as a grown ass
woman!
Blue
Echohawk doesn't know a damn thing about herself. Not the day she was born, her name on her birth certificate, nothing.......Her mind is in a
constant emotional chaotic state. However Blue isn't a delicate
flower, as a matter of fact she is the villain or arch nemesis of delicate flower. Blue is defensive, manipulative, and
well, she's pissed. She's pissed at all the bull shit cards life has
dealt her, she has secured her reputation in the exact way she wants to
be perceived, and the ice and iron walls around her true self and her
heart are stronger and more secure than damn Fort Knox. See Blue has no
idea where her mother is, she has only ever known her father, he is the only family she ever had. And even though her father was a drifter, and she never went to school,
she was left on her own to learn everything she needed, and she learned it from PBS, thank god for
Sesame Street! Her father did give her the one thing that continues to feed her
passion, that allows her to feel peace, woodwork, carving and
creating something beautiful out of a gnarled, bark covered, and
knotted mahogany tree stump. They shared this love, they shared a
quiet bond that required few words and theirs was the strongest bond
either of them had ever had. So when she loses her father, the man she always called Jimmy, she slips into a state of depression that is so devastating it
leaves her with a hole from the hallow of her throat to the pit of
her stomach, with nothing but darkness filling the void.
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| Blue |
When
we step inside Blue's mind for the first time she is starting her
senior year at 19 years old, behind in school because of her life as
a drifter. With her reputation exactly the way she wants it, she
doesn't have to deal with bullshit cheerleaders, or really any
cliques at all. She doesn't give a shit what ANY one thinks of her.
So walking into her last class of her first day, late, she throws her
attitude up like a weapon, with her snug and tight as hell jeans, low
cut top as armor, and her mask a face with layers of eye make up.
However her new history teacher Mr. Wilson refuses to look the other
direction, ignoring her and there fore letting her attitude and
tardiness slide by unnoticed. With Blue's defenses on high alert she
keeps the smart ass act going, poking fun and trying to contradict
Mr. Wilson every chance she gets.
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| Wilson |
This
book was way out of my norm, way out, lmao. Y'all know of my inner
smut whore and how I usually try to appease her, however I let my
instincts guide me, I judged this book by its cover, it called to me.
I saw Blue on the cover and I wanted, no, I needed to hear her story.
Her story is so much more than her own identity crisis, so much more
than a teenage girl with a shitty life and a shitty attitude. Blue's
story runs so much deeper than a lost soul trying to find its way.
Her story has so many questions, how, why? Mostly how is she still so
damn strong, when there is no reason left for her to be standing, much
less still fighting.
“I
can't keep up, Blue.” Wilson said softly. “I'm always reeling
with you. Just when I think I know all there is to know, you reveal
something that absolutely guts me. I don't know how you've survived,
Echohawk. I really don't. The fact that you're still making jokes and
wishing on streetlights is a bit of a miracle.”
“Remember
that time in class when I asked you why you were so angry?” I
remembered.
“I
thought I had you all figured out, thought you needed to be brought
down a peg. And then I found out why you were having such a struggle
with writing your personal history.
While
you continue to fall into Blue's story, feeling every jab verbally
thrown at her as she hears "whore" and "skank"
whispered behind hands. You feel every blow, blow by blow, to her
self esteem that she receives from her peers, her teachers. The
biting stab of pain when the only few people she seeks approval from,
glare at her in disgust. Amy Harmon drags your ass through the muddy,
gnarled tree infested, painful life story that belongs to Blue. Amy
Harmon pulls no punches, she splits your soul in two, just as Blue's
soul has been split. And the only thing you can do, because you are so
invested in Blue, is ride this wicked bitch out, and pray, pray that
Blue finds the puzzle pieces she needs, that she finds the happiness,
or at the very least, peace, for once in her life. I am going to end
this review with a quote from the Blue's story, keep in mind that once I reached this point, I
had been snotty nosed, with hot fat tears soaking my pillow, and red swollen
bloodshot eyes from crying for and hour and a half when I got to this
quote, it tore though me so fucking deep I moaned, I fucking cried out! Sobbed
so hard my ribs and stomach hurt from it.
"The
scars on the wood were like the marks on my skin, and I found myself
continually tracing them, as if removing them would signify a
willingness to forget. I ended up enlarging them, so the lines and
divets became mawing canyons and shadowy recesses and the gracefully
stretching branches became twisted and tortured, like the clenched
fists of empty hands."
Amy
Harmon, girl! You freaking rocked my world, you shattered my heart after ripping it
from my chest, and left me with a swollen red face with bloodshot and baggy lidded eyes today Mami! You also gave me a story that I will
never forget, and one that will stay with me forever, so I say: effin hats off
girl, and THANK YOU!
I
give A Different Blue 5 Little Blackbird Blue Kimmi stars *****
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