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Friday, 5 September 2014

The Replacement by Rachael Wade

The Replacement (The Replacement, #1)The Replacement by Rachael Wade
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

I am a fan of Racheael Wade's work and have enjoyed her books in my past reads. I enjoyed them because they were different.

I see so many authors going down this road with the same story line lately, why?

The body of it is the same.

Girl [or boy] had bad dysfunctional past.
Uses sex as a way of 'treating' that past and uses and abuses themselves emotionally [or others] to 'cope' [and that's the excuse for their behaviour] so the reader has to accept this to be 'only fiction'.

Then we get a man or woman who can be the one that breaks through the angst.

I have nothing whatsoever against the writing, the author has done a marvelous job with it, and although I have written what I have, I still carried on and read it simply because it was written by Rachael Wade who I love.

Its well written, its good, but its nothing I haven't read before.

*Contains sexually explicit content and mature subject matter, including language and elements of abuse.*

A gritty New Adult drama about a young woman’s self-destructive quest to find purpose, self-worth, and love in a broken world.

My name is Elise Duchamp. I’m twenty-three years old and I’m known as the town whore.

No, not the kind who exchanges sexual favors for money. The other kind. The kind who gives it all away for free, whenever and however she likes. I am that girl. The one everyone whispers about and the one none of the girls seem to like, because all of their boyfriends either want to sleep with me or already have. Promiscuity is my thing—the kind that slowly, violently turns my insides black, but gives me something I need.

All things considered, I’m not completely reckless. I’m safe, and contrary to popular opinion, I do have a heart. I live in a world of careless choices, and with those choices come careless people. I cannot judge them, because I am one of them. I too bow down to the altar of the self-serving. I am not a good friend. I am not and never could be anyone’s girlfriend. I’m convinced any goodness in me shriveled up and died long ago.

But I am a replacement. That is something I know how to be, and this is a story of the lengths I’d go to in order to keep it that way.

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