Today marks the hardback release of BLEED LIKE ME by Christa Desir, which is the kind of raw, honest (slightly filthy) book I wish had been around when I was a teenager. Actually I wish Christa had also been around when I was a teenager. It would have been exquisite carnage. Anyway. Where was I?
Seventeen-year-old Amelia Gannon (just "Gannon" to her friends) is invisible to almost everyone in her life. To her parents, to her teachers-even her best friend, who is more interested in bumming cigarettes than bonding. Some days the only way Gannon knows she is real is by carving bloody lines into the flesh of her stomach.
Then she meets Michael Brooks, and for the first time, she feels like she is being seen to the core of her being. Obnoxious, controlling, damaged, and addictive, he inserts himself into her life until all her scars are exposed. Each moment together is a passionate, painful relief.
But as the relationship deepens, Gannon starts to feel as if she's standing at the foot of a dam about to burst. She's given up everything and everyone in her life for him, but somehow nothing is enough for Brooks-until he poses the ultimate test.
Bleed Like Me is a piercing, intimate portrayal of the danger of a love so obsessive it becomes its own biggest threat.
Falling in love doesn't instantly make you compatible with someone. God, how I wish this had been pointed out to me. Truth is, I think a lot of us get a bit lost in having our affections returned at all. It's not on tap for most people. So when it comes along, even if it's jagged around the edges, you're grateful because...isn't that how a good, honest person should feel? You're that good person. The validation of love proves it. Even as a teen, the sexual side of a relationship can play a big part in this massive fucked-up spiderweb. BLEED acknowledges this head-on rather than tiptoeing around it with an Edward Cullen stalker complex.
As an author I spend a lot of time looking for the beautiful bits in broken relationships because they're the ones that cut us deepest, so they're wounds a reader needs to balm the most. But not all of those relationships burst into hearts and roses just because the word love starts being tossed about. And I'm glad Christa was brave enough to tackle this.
Sometimes, it can feel painfully right and still be painfully wrong. BLEED explores this in bold, empowered detail. Yes, you want to read this. Yes, if your son or daughter is embarking on the
Not that I'm bitter or anything.