Review: Pushing the limits - Katie McGarry

Title: Pushing the limits

Author: Katie McGarry

Pages: 392

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ONE BAD BOY

ONE LOST GIRL

THEY'RE EACH OTHER DESTINY..

Plot:
No one knows what happened the night Echo Emerson went from popular girl with jock boyfriend to gossiped-about outsider with "freaky" scars on her arms. Even Echo can't remember the whole truth of that horrible night. All she knows is that she wants everything to go back to normal.But when Noah Hutchins, the smoking-hot, girl-using loner in the black leather jacket, explodes into her life with his tough attitude and surprising understanding, Echo's world shifts in ways she could never have imagined. They should have nothing in common. And with the secrets they both keep, being together is pretty much impossible. Yet the crazy attraction between them refuses to go away. And Echo has to ask herself just how far they can push the limits and what she'll risk for the one guy who might teach her how to love again.

My thought:
This book was oustanding, and I really cried my heart out.. Noah and Echo (this name is so touching, so sweet, so out of time.. *_*) are the characters I love the most: troubled, terrified, alone against the world but strong enough to fight and discover love. I  lost my mind for them, I cried for them and felt as they were real..
Noah and Echo are lost souls whose hearts are broken in thousand pieces: Noah has lost his parents two years ago in a fire and as a conseguence, he has been divided by his little brothers. He wanders through foster families, too busy to take care of him or unable to give him the love and protection he needs. From being a school star, a basketball champion and good student, he becomes the 'bad boy', the one everyone avoids and the one with 'bad company' (that is not bad at all, mind you! Isaiah and Beth are sweet hurt guys, even if they act as badass..).
Echo is one of the best characters I found in books since forever. I really really really love her, I respect her and maybe I'm a little bit envious of her strenght and her bravery. What she has been through, all her memories.. Really, they broke my heart in tiny pieces. I wish I wer Lila, her best friend, to hug her and hope that all the evil would have gone away..
Everytime she remembered something, my hairs raised on the arms: how could a mother do something as terrible as what Echo's mother did? I wasn't able to understand, really!
When Noah and Echo found themselves, I was soooo happy! They really deserve being together, because their love is so sweet, so pure, so perfect that I was believing in them since the start.
Echo's dad and Ashley made me so angry.. I don't know if in such situation, I would have been able to forgive.. But I'm happy Echo did, because it couldn't be any different!
I cried when Echo thinks about her brother and how he would have acted if he was alive..

Aires would have loved this baby, regardless of who his mother was, regardless of how our father treated him. Why? Because that’s the way he’d loved me. Aires loved me unconditionally. He loved me when I was a scared child. He loved me when I was a bratty preteen. He loved me as a hormonal teenager. When nobody else in this world could love me for being an unsure, self-absorbed, timid scaredy-cat, he loved me.

I'm looking forward to read the second book by Katie McGarry, because she's so damn good in describing broken bodies and souls.. :')

They all asked the same questions and promised help, but each of them left me in the same condition as they found me—broken.

We’d read about sirens in English this fall; Greek mythology bullshit about women so beautiful, their voices so enchanting, that men did anything for them. Turned out that mythology crap was real because every time I saw her, I lost my mind.

[My father] had never paid this much attention to my mother. If he had, I wouldn’t be the school freak.

“I won’t tell anyone. I promise.” Noah brushed my hair behind my shoulder and tucked a straggling curl behind my ear. It had been so long since someone touched me like he did. Why did it have to be Noah Hutchins, and why did it have to be now? “Look at me.” I met his dark brown eyes. His fingers skimmed the back of my hand. The sensation tickled like a spring breeze yet hit me like a wave rushing from the ocean. His gaze shifted to my covered arms. “You didn’t do that, did you? It was done to you?” No one ever asked that question. They stared. They whispered. They laughed. But they never asked. My entire world collapsed around me as I answered, “Yes.”

Beth had been both wrong and right. Echo couldn’t hurt anyone, especially when she seemed so breakable herself. But the need I felt to be the one to keep the world from shattering her only confirmed Beth’s theory. I was falling for her and I was fucked.

Echo pulled her hand away from mine, ending perhaps the most erotic moment of my life.

Young girl, tragically scarred, attempts to return to her normal life, only to find out her normal life doesn’t want her back.

I must have killed a lot of cows in a past life for Karma to hate me this much.

My mother might be crazy and she’d tried to kill me, but she was still my mom.

[Echo was] my opposite. And right now, everything I wanted.

Kissing her became my single reason for breathing.

Just like she’d said, she’d gone back to her life and, in theory, I’d gone back to mine. Problem? I didn’t like mine, not without her.

Echo was becoming essential, like air.

The term boyfriend didn’t seem to fit Noah. I liked to consider us … together.

Noah Hutchins, in fact, a human being, was overtly, on purpose, touching my scars.

Fuck me and the rest of the world, I was in love.

“Baby, no one would ever make the mistake of using the word ugly with you. Especially with me around.”

The worst type of crying wasn’t the kind everyone could see—the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, the worst kind happened when your soul wept and no matter what you did, there was no way to comfort it. A section withered and became a scar on the part of your soul that survived.

There’s nothing you can do wrong when just breathing makes everything right.

I gazed into those beautiful eyes and knew I loved her more than I loved myself.

Review: I am Nojoud, age ten and divorced

Title: I am Nujood, age ten and divorced

Author: Nujood Ali

Pages: 188

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Plot:

Forced by her father to marry a man three times her age, young Nujood Ali was sent away from her parents and beloved sisters and made to live with her husband and his family in an isolated village in rural Yemen. There she suffered daily from physical and emotional abuse by her mother-in-law and nightly at the rough hands of her spouse. Flouting his oath to wait to have sexual relations with Nujood until she was no longer a child, he took her virginity on their wedding night. She was only ten years old.
Unable to endure the pain and distress any longer, Nujood fled—not for home, but to the courthouse of the capital, paying for a taxi ride with a few precious coins of bread money. When a renowned Yemeni lawyer heard about the young victim, she took on Nujood’s case and fought the archaic system in a country where almost half the girls are married while still under the legal age. Since their unprecedented victory in April 2008, Nujood’s courageous defiance of both Yemeni customs and her own family has attracted a storm of international attention. Her story even incited change in Yemen and other Middle Eastern countries, where underage marriage laws are being increasingly enforced and other child brides have been granted divorces.
Recently honored alongside Hillary Clinton and Condoleezza Rice as one of Glamour magazine’s women of the year, Nujood now tells her full story for the first time. As she guides us from the magical, fragrant streets of the Old City of Sana’a to the cement-block slums and rural villages of this ancient land, her unflinching look at an injustice suffered by all too many girls around the world is at once shocking, inspiring, and utterly unforgettable.

My thought:

I study arab language at university and I am always the first in defending this world. I always say to anyone who speak about it without knowing: don't judge so easily! There are lots of thing you should know before saying any word..

In this case, I tried to come up with some excuse for this story, but I couldn't.

How can a man -even if defining him 'man' is insulting for the oher human beings- marry, harass and hit a girl who is only nine years old and could be his daughter?! Poverty, ignorance.. seriously, they are NOT excuses for such behaviour.. 

While reading this book, I felt so helpless, so angry, so out of me!! There are lots of bad, terrible things in this world, no doubt. But abusing little girls is something that my mind cannot event think about!

I'm glad Nujood made it and became a free woman.. But my heart is still sad at the thought of the thousand girls in the same situation who weren't strong enough to rebel.. and I really think Nujood was extremely fortunate in being freed: NGO, international journals and foreign countries were so horrified with this story that they decided to intervene..

I don't think she would have been safe without them!

Review: Letter to a child never born, Oriana Fallaci

Title: Letter to a child never born

Author: Oriana Fallaci
Pages:  102
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Sorry, I couldn't find any plot in english on the web!
You'll have to trust me! :)

My thought:

When I read books like this, I feel proud to be italian. Yes, we have many problems and lots of things don't work as they should.. But once in a while we do something good! Oriana Fallaci was a great journalist and writer, but first of all, she was a memorable woman... 

So, she wrote a short book about pregnancy and being a mum.. What is so special?

It's an amazing book, intense, meaningful and more often than not, painful. 

Oriana speaks with the fetus that is growing inside her and while I was reading, I wished my mum had written it: it's a touching dialogue, even if disenchanted and absolutely hard on the world that is waiting for the child. The writer warns her baby about his/her life to be: Nothing will be easy, people will be mean and no-one will give anything free. She wants him to be ready to fight in order to conquer his space in the world..

I really enojoyed the reading, though it wasn't easy sometimes and maybe  it can be truly understood only my mums or mums-to-be. No problem at all, I decided I'd have to read it again once I'll be a mum myself!

Best part is the trial one that left me heartbroken..
This book should be mandatory for mums, women in general and why not? Also for me, because they can be the best parents in the world, but ther will never understand what does it mean carrying a baby inside them.. :)