I need to write this now, while I am still sitting gobsmacked from finishing.
Another story with a warning from the author, and one so aggressive, how could I not be suddenly, all consumed with curiosity?
The Wild is an extremely taboo story. Most will find that the themes in this book will make you incredibly uncomfortable. This book is only for the brave, the open-minded, and the ones who crave love in even the most dismal of situations. Extreme sexual themes and violence in certain scenes, which could trigger emotional distress, are found in this story. If you are sensitive to heavy taboo themes, then this story is not for you.
Once I found out it was actually banned from Amazon (you can find it on Smashwords), I decided that reading it was the only thing that mattered today.
I love her more than words can fucking express. I don’t understand this love. It’s some brutal smash of history and past ground into raw, feral need. It’s man and woman with the connection of two best friends bound together by tragedy. It’s confusing as fuck and I don’t even want to try to comprehend it.
I just want it.
I just fucking want it.
I am conflicted, with how to review it- and not even by the taboo and forbidden aspect of it. Yes, the warning is not to be taken lightly- it definitely pushed me a bit farther out, nearly out of my comfort zone (and I have a huge comfort zone when it comes to reading)- but the same could be said for people who constantly spike their adrenaline by subjecting themselves to excessive gore and horror. I don’t judge, I get it, and maybe that’s why I will always read things that frighten or repel others.
I brought them to the wilderness because we couldn’t cope with our reality.
The plan was to make a new life that didn’t include heartache.
No people. No technology. No interference.
A chance to piece together what was broken.
But the wilderness is untamed and harsh.
Brutal and unforgiving.
It doesn’t give a damn about your feelings.
Tragedy lives there too.
No escaping the truths that won’t let you go.
All you can do is survive where love, no matter how beastly, is the only thing you can truly count on.
Confusing. Wrong. Twisted. Beautiful. Sick.
Love is wild.
And we’re going to set it free.
The Wild is…
The Wild is…
did I enjoy it? Yes, absolutely. Does that make me question how fucked up I may be? Only a little, because I know I am not alone- my Facebook groups today have blown up over this book, in the BEST way, and I love seeing that. The only thing that diminished some enjoyment of this freaky forest fuck fest? The plot twist. The plot twist and how I found it almost predictable.
In fact, I even theorized as much earlier on- and was… let down? that I was right. I hate being right even if it allows me to revel in feeling so wrong.
This is probably one of the more evasive reviews I’ll ever write, because despite it being a hard pass for most readers, I still want anyone who does pick it up to go in blind.
Or as blind as they can, because they might want to pluck their eyeballs out afterwards.
maniacal laughter ensues