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Title: Figure Eight
Author: Calia Read
Age: Adult
Genre: Psychological Thriller
Cover Designer: Cover Couture
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Do you remember me?
Of course you don’t. So I’m going to give you a refresher course.
I’ve known you for years and years. We used to have beautiful conversations. There was no one that knew you better than me. We were handmade for each other.
Lately, it’s become achingly obvious you’re miserable. You’ve moved back home to take care of your ailing mother. You’ve been looking for a new job, but that’s not going well. Admit it: it’s all too much.
Everyone around you sees your suffering, but they’re not willing to help you.
Everyone but Jackson.
He comes into your life at the perfect moment and offers you everything you could want: a shoulder to lean on, love, and most importantly, hope.
But there’s no one that can compare to me. You seem to forget that I’m your figure 8. Your infinity. You try to run, but I will always find you.
Yours Truly,
Figure 8
⭐⭐⭐ 3.75 “Am I Crazy? Stars ⭐⭐⭐⭐
“In the end we’re all made up of secrets”.
Well this was one hell of an eye opener and I feel like my mind is not my own right now. I’m confused, saddened, and just down right not okay! I guess this is what happens when you read a Calia Read book and your emotions get tangled up in this Web of uncertainty that takes you to the unknown. So what do you do when something like that happens? You dive right in.
Moving back to your hometown to take care of a mother that’s slowly declining in her mental health, has Selah Kerrington looking for a new job. Being a former elementary school teacher herself, Selah is determined to find a new job and make things better for her mother. But due to her location, those job offers have been deafening radio silent and Selah is beginning to lose the one thing she’s always had. HOPE.
If not finding a job wasn’t enough, Selah has to deal with prying eyes everywhere. From people giving her mother looks on the street to her new mysterious neighbor, Selah is never too far away from gossip. Writing is her therapy but fear of putting her work out there is also a big hurdle for her and when she meets another writer that knows exactly how she feels, Selah embarks on a journey that was filled with more secrets and denials that I could’ve ever dreamed about.
“You don’t notice the clouds slowly blocking the light because just for a second you get to think. You think you can beat it, this heaviness pressing you down. You think that you can find yourself. Even if I saw the signs beforehand I don’t know if I would’ve been strong enough to stop it”.
I will admit the first half of the book didn’t quite pull me in as I was hoping. I spent a good portion trying to figure out what the heck was going to happen and I had all these theories swirling around in my head to the point where I felt like I was losing it.
Then I got to part two and I thought to myself:
I really don’t want to give anything away with this but I will say that I really liked how the author delivered the execution of the plot. We were meant to feel a certain way and while I wasn’t a fan of feeling like I needed to be in a mental institution, this author certainly knew how to get her point across. I think if you’re a fan of mysterious stories that will make you think outside of the box, this one is most definitely for you guys.
Now as for that ending:
“In the end we’re all made up of secrets”.
Well this was one hell of an eye opener and I feel like my mind is not my own right now. I’m confused, saddened, and just down right not okay! I guess this is what happens when you read a Calia Read book and your emotions get tangled up in this Web of uncertainty that takes you to the unknown. So what do you do when something like that happens? You dive right in.
Moving back to your hometown to take care of a mother that’s slowly declining in her mental health, has Selah Kerrington looking for a new job. Being a former elementary school teacher herself, Selah is determined to find a new job and make things better for her mother. But due to her location, those job offers have been deafening radio silent and Selah is beginning to lose the one thing she’s always had. HOPE.
If not finding a job wasn’t enough, Selah has to deal with prying eyes everywhere. From people giving her mother looks on the street to her new mysterious neighbor, Selah is never too far away from gossip. Writing is her therapy but fear of putting her work out there is also a big hurdle for her and when she meets another writer that knows exactly how she feels, Selah embarks on a journey that was filled with more secrets and denials that I could’ve ever dreamed about.
“You don’t notice the clouds slowly blocking the light because just for a second you get to think. You think you can beat it, this heaviness pressing you down. You think that you can find yourself. Even if I saw the signs beforehand I don’t know if I would’ve been strong enough to stop it”.
I will admit the first half of the book didn’t quite pull me in as I was hoping. I spent a good portion trying to figure out what the heck was going to happen and I had all these theories swirling around in my head to the point where I felt like I was losing it.
Then I got to part two and I thought to myself:
I really don’t want to give anything away with this but I will say that I really liked how the author delivered the execution of the plot. We were meant to feel a certain way and while I wasn’t a fan of feeling like I needed to be in a mental institution, this author certainly knew how to get her point across. I think if you’re a fan of mysterious stories that will make you think outside of the box, this one is most definitely for you guys.
Now as for that ending:
I have discovered that from a distance it is incredibly easy to read people. In the shadows, people don’t notice you. They let their guard down. Let you into their life without even knowing it. After a while their movements become predictable and you start to feel more intimate with them. You know when they’re irritable or sad. Happy or anxious. And while they keep desperately seeking a cure- all for their afflictions, you stand there in shadows, knowing what they need. My last gift was what you needed. But you barely noticed. You were too busy with your despair.
Ah, despair, despair, despair. Too many people get caught in that bitch’s web. And the sad truth is that they never find their way out. They never find their figure eight.
They never find me.
Yet the truth of the matter is that you didn’t find me. You got lucky and had the tables turned.
You may not see me yet. But you will.
Something as big as me takes time to acclimate to. Until then I’m going to give you another present. This one you’re going to take notice of. It is truly something.
I’m actually quite proud of myself with this one. It’s so good that I’m going to let you think that fate, kismet or whatever bull shit you call it, was responsible for it. Besides, I have a million more gifts just waiting for you, that I can take credit for.
Each one is bigger and better than the last.
You’ll see.
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