Closer (Closer #1) by Mary Elizabeth
Gabriella Mason is damaged.
Teller Reddy is wrecked.
Misery loves company, and that’s exactly what Ella gets the afternoon her path crosses with Teller’s: the misunderstood premed student who instantly becomes her lifeline when she moves to Los Angeles, an attempt at escaping her heartbreaking past.
In the beginning, Lonely and Defensive complete each other. But in the end, their relationship is like broken glass—cutthroat and jagged.
Calling it off before they kill each other, Ella and Teller decide to “just be friends” despite the intensity that binds them together. It’s a delicate foundation rocked by tragedy, effectively destroying the illusion they’ve so carefully built.
Unable to deny what’s between them any longer, this is what happens when wrecked and damaged collide and close is still not close enough.
This was one of those books that I needed to read, sit at a blank wall, and absorb for several days.
This may be my top 2016 "THROW THE FUCKING KINDLE AGAINST THE WALL" Book. Teller and Ella are endearing and infuriating. I hated them. I loved them. They hated each other. But they always loved each other.
I swear though. This book....
It's crazy emotional and intense and honestly my brain was all over the fucking place.
The book plot and the characters NEVER went the fucking way I wanted it to. Ever. I think I'm bald from yanking on my hair.
So why read it? Because it is insanely good. ME (Mary Elizabeth, not "me") has such a knack with words. The book makes you feel every emotion and confusion - - and trust me, there is so much confusion - probably mostly in my own head because I was trying to direct the characters the way I wanted. I was constantly asking (out loud, of course), "Are they or aren't they?".... or to quote the book:
"Tell me what this is."
"Tell me what this isn't."
That literally cannot describe the book or Teller and Ella better.
It is a cliffhanger. A helluva one. But don't worry.... ME (Mary Elizabeth, still not "me") is already in the depths of Part 2.
Buy it. Definitely fucking buy this book.
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, 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.
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