She is pretty and talented – sweet sixteen and never been kissed. He is seventeen; gorgeous and on the brink of a bright future. And now they have fallen in love. But… they are brother and sister.
Seventeen-year-old Lochan and sixteen-year-old Maya have always felt more like friends than siblings. Together they have stepped in for their alcoholic, wayward mother to take care of their three younger siblings. As defacto parents to the little ones, Lochan and Maya have had to grow up fast. And the stress of their lives—and the way they understand each other so completely—has also brought them closer than two siblings would ordinarily be. So close, in fact, that they have fallen in love. Their clandestine romance quickly blooms into deep, desperate love. They know their relationship is wrong and cannot possibly continue. And yet, they cannot stop what feels so incredibly right. As the novel careens toward an explosive and shocking finale, only one thing is certain: a love this devastating has no happy ending.
“You can close your eyes to things you do not want to see, but you cannot close your heart to the things you do not want to feel.”
I honestly don’t even know how to rate this. This is the most taboo story I’ve ever read. I was intrigued by the synopsis and also by the high ratings. With that said, I was a freaking wreck after reading this book. As I’m typing this review, a week has passed since I read it and I still think about it. Full disclosure, this book is about incest, so if that’s not something you can stomach don’t read this book.
This honestly gave me Flowers in the Attic vibes. A family that’s been all but abandoned by their mother make a new makeshift family without even realizing it. The two older siblings Lochan and Maya take the parental roles for their three younger siblings. Their lives are hard and they are trying to stay afloat.
Reading about these two realizing their feelings for one another made my heart beat so damn hard. Reading about them fighting it was taking a toll on me. It got to the point that I didn’t care what they were to each other. They needed just one good thing in their lives and they just happened to find in each other. I will politely tell anyone who tries to turn my words into something else “ to please fuck off”.
I get it, its incest. I’m not saying that it was right but it was consentual. I’m here just saying that this fictional relationship tore at my heartstrings and it just happened to be an incestual relationship and I didn’t care one bit. Even though the author told us in the synopsis that this wouldn’t be a happy ending I was still pushing for one. I just knew that something would have to work out. Ya’ll, I have never cried over a book. Never had a book make me want to scream and go hold these characters who came to tug at my heartstrings.
I don’t think I’ll read this one again, I’m not emotionally stable enough. I do know that this story is going to be one that I will think back on for quite some time.