Thursday, October 30, 2014

Book Review: Delinquents (Dusty) by Mary Elizabeth and Sarah Elizabeth

Title: Delinquents
Series: Dusty (2)
Author: Mary Elizabeth and Sarah Elizabeth
Genre: Young Adult/New Adult
Publish Date: October 23, 2014
Review Source: Mary Elizabeth

The innocent girl with a delinquent heart has to live with her bad choices. Secret hope and hurt feel like falling while she learns how to breathe again, but there's still freedom in trouble. The runaway with blacked-out eyes is losing his grip. Crushing two hearts in one fist, his addiction bends rules and breaks deals, but the boy born for bliss isn't going anywhere without a fight. Love is knowing they should stay away, but love is illogical at best. She's afraid to let go. He won't let her. This is how silliness and foolishness grow up. Here, forever is a lie.

Let me first say that I waited with baited breath, on pins and needles for this book. I craved this story, I needed it. I can not begin to tell you exactly how much I love Dusty and Bliss. 100 stars is what the rating truly should be.

Dusty and Bliss are so wrong, yet so right for each other. He is trouble, and she loves her trouble. Dusty has an addiction and he at times, can treat Bliss awful, yet I can't help but love him. I can see his softer side. His true side. I have to tell myself that straight Dusty is an amazing Dusty. The way that he fights for Bliss, the way that he looks at her, the way that he loves her is over the moon. Bliss is lucky in these moments. These are the moments that she cherishes and the reason that she remains with love.

Bliss is such an average teenage girl who fell in love with the bad boy. I know that love. I know these moments. It's hard to let go when you love somebody so much. You tell yourself that you will be able to fix him ... change him. Bliss even thought that if he wasn't going to rehab, then Dusty going to college would make him better. Bliss has faith, yet Bliss is always disappointed.

Their love story is amazing and when they finally make love and actually connect was so sweet. The way that he cherishes her body is true love. This is one of my favorite parts of the story:

With one hand around my side, he slides his other through my hair, tilting my head back as he fills me with sworn and purposeful rhythm. He drags his lips down my cheek, over tear tracks and back to my neck where I feel him, trying to kiss but his lips won't close and his breath feels so good on my skin. Moving like he wants to cover me completely with himself, he kind of pants and moans as he starts to say something, but it's too low. I can't hear it at first.

Pulling back to fill me deeper, Thomas curves his fingers through my hair and tilts my head to the side. He brushes the shell of my ear with his thumb as he strokes with strength I feel everywhere. It's overpowering and unavoidable, and this time I hear him.

"I knew it," he whispers, pushing permanently deep. "I know it. I fucking knew it."

I feel his words more than I understand him.

Do you see what I mean? True love, true passion. Even though the book focused so much on Dusty's addiction, I had to really clutch on to the loving parts. I believed that he was in there. With that said ... addiction is mean. Addiction is awful. Addiction is a killer. If you know someone with an addiction problem, please try and seek help.

This book made me ugly cry and it made me laugh out loud. I can NOT believe that the journey is over. Do me one HUGE favor and one-click this bad boy today. You will fall in love with the "Blissful Delinquents" as I like to call them. I dare you to try not to.

I love you Mary Elizabeth ... you have a life long fan and follower of anything you write!

I stand silent, breathing in through my nose and out my mouth. Tonight’s argument is years of frustration stacked and hidden, too tall to push away anymore. A little trigger is all it takes, and we end up like this, saying things we don’t mean, taking our aggravation out on each other.

My heart pumps misguided love.

“This isn’t how it’s supposed to be,” it beats. “But that’s your boy—aimless and crazy for you.”
Knowing that I had a role on his spiral to the bottom kills me. As his parents continue to fail him, I should be the one that steps forward and says, “This is wrong.”

But to do so at this point in his madness would be betrayal, and I have to handle his trust with care.
Inhaling an uneven breath, I watch him under the moon’s glow washing out his already pale complexion. Icy wind blows my boy’s white tee against his slender body under his unzipped hoodie, and his hands shake at his sides.

Mary Elizabeth is an up and coming author who finds words in chaos, writing stories about the skeletons hanging in your closets. Known as The Realist, she is one half of The Elizabeths--a duo brave enough to never hide the truth.

Mary was born and raised in Southern California. She is a wife, mother of four beautiful children, and dog tamer to one enthusiastic Pit Bull and a prissy Chihuahua. She's a hairstylist by day but contemporary fiction, new adult author by night. Mary can often be found finger twirling her hair and chewing on a stick of licorice while writing and rewriting a sentence over and over until it's perfect. She discovered her talent for tale-telling accidentally, but literature is in her chokehold. And she's not letting go until every story is told.

"The heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure."--Jeremiah 17:9


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