Neon Nights - Katey Taylor

Nome: Neon Nights - A Sequel
Autor: Katey Taylor
Lançamento: 2020
ISBN 13: 9781250187666)
Páginas: 276
Edição: Inglês 

Álcool, luxúria e caras problemáticos que são difíceis de confiar ...

Depois de um verão doloroso cheio de tragédias, Cait, de 17 anos, é forçado a lidar com as consequências de más escolhas e relacionamentos fracassados.

Cait será capaz de continuar sua jornada apesar das pesadas correntes do seu passado, ou será arrastada pelos mesmos erros?

Na esperada sequência do romance de partir o coração, "Inebriated", "Neon Nights" te te deixará com os nervos à flor da pele com outra viagem alucinante na vida de Cait.

Antes de tudo, eu infelizmente não o primeiro livro, Inebriated", pois "Neon Nights" foi mais uma cortesia da NetGallery e, infelizmente o primeiro livro não está mais disponível para leitura. Então vou ter que juntar minhas moedinhas e comprar ele.

Então essa resenha vai ser baseada nos eventos pós reviravolta na vida de Cait, quando ela se muda com sua mãe de São Francisco para São Diego para começar uma vida nova. Eu achei que esse livro faltou muitas coisas, como capítulos mais detalhados do que acontecia na vida de Cait. Era como se a escritora tivesse com pressa de escrever e não detalhou os eventos a ponto de criar uma imaginação no leitor (em mim). O primeiro dia de Cait no novo colégio foi catastrófico. Fim. Então logo ela começa em um outro colégio que ela só precisa ir às aulas na segunda e na sexta. As aulas são filmes e pronto. Ela faz amizade com Pete e eles viram melhores amigos.

Dá para perceber que a narrativa é bem "pá-pum", sem nenhum detalhes de pelo menos como a Cait está se sentindo. É um desperdício de narrativa, pois o livro aborda sobre o luto da perda de uma pessoa que era bem próxima a ela, sobre vício em drogas e álcool e relacionamentos abusivos.

Para curar o luto, Cait se envolve com bebidas e, com a amizade com Pete, que está em um relacionamento abusivo com o seu namorado, só leva ela a aliviar suas dores e esconder sua depressão através do uso do álcool. Ela se envolve com um DJ para superar o ex-namorado, um cantor de uma banda que começou a fazer sucesso. Quando ela nega um pedido de namoro desse cara, porque ela ainda não está pronta para outro relacionamento sério e só queria curtir, ele a trata como lixo, chamando ela de vagabunda e todas aquelas coisas que um homem diz quando não aceita um "não".

Quando Aiden Cross volta para sua vida, após Cait se envolver em outra cilada com seu vizinho casado, ela ainda não está certa de que quer Aiden de volta para sua vida. Mas com sua lábia, ele a convence que ela é tudo na vida dele.

Foi uma resenha sem sentimento nenhum, apenas um apanhado de acontecimentos, certo? O livro é basicamente assim até as últimas páginas.

Quando ela decide ir com Aiden em sua turnê com a banda, com o intuito de ajudar ele a se manter sóbrio, é que o livro toma um rumo bom, mas sempre a cenas rápidas, sem nenhuma ligação livro-leitor.

O final deveria ser doloroso se fosse mais sentimentalmente escrito.

Mas como eu disse, ma minha opinião, a escritora não colocou sentimentos em sua escrita. Espero que o primeiro livro tenha mais essa sensação de se conectar com a personagem.

Infelizmente essa não foi uma resenha que eu esperava escrever igual as outras que eu vinha postando, sempre elogiando os livros que eu lia. Mas caso vocês quiserem ler, fiquem à vontade. O livro só está disponível em inglês.

O primeiro livro (e-book) está apenas R$4,77 reais na Amazon brasileira (o qual eu vou comprar, para saber se ele é melhor do que a sequência, já que sequências tem a fama de serem decepcionantes)



O segundo livro está mais caro, R$24,99, caso vocês queira comprar. Sinceramente, eu não compraria neste valor, esperaria estar os mesmos quase 5 reais do primeiro livro.

“Even if it is, the best people I’ve met usually come from the most complicated and sometimes dark pasts. But it gives you depth, and a girl with beauty and depth has a special kind of power."

"Own your pain and let it make you stronger”

"Justin did have my body, but I think that was it. Adrien has had every ounce of my being and apparently still has a hold of my thoughts."

“Justin, I think you’re so sweet, and we had a few great times, but I don’t think I see us like that yet.” He makes a face as if I slapped him. “Wait, what?” he says, shaking his head. “You invite me over last night and were all over me. What do you expect me to think?” “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. I thought we were just having fun.” “Having fun? Oh, I get it. You’re one of those girls.” “Those girls?” I ask, looking at him sideways. “Yeah, a girl with no respect for herself or anyone around her.”

He’s only showed me a sweet, caring side. I guess his true colors were exposed. I mean really, what guy gets mad at a girl for just wanting to keep things casual? Maybe I’m in the wrong? What if he is a good thing for me and I’m too damaged to see it? All I know is my heart feels wrung out, and it doesn’t seem right to give someone something so empty.

I see Justin tagged me in a photo, triggering my anxiety. Without hesitation, I click on the photo, and the one of us kissing the night we went out together pops up. The most infuriating thing is not that he posted the picture after I blatantly told him not to—though that’s a close second—but the caption: Bitches love the Reece, referring to his awful DJ name.

I try and avoid the comments, but I can’t stop reading all the hateful things people say. No one is on my side. Justin got what he wanted, a ton of people looking at his page. He used me to attract followers at my expense.

My damaged heart takes another hit. I hate Justin, I hate Adrien’s fans, and I’m starting to feel like I hate myself. The sapphire bottle screams my name. I pour myself a glass and head to my room. With every sip, I’m able to let everything go until my mind slowly blacks everything out.

A year ago, if you’d have told me I would have the house to myself for three nights, I’d be jumping for joy, planning some house party, or spending every night out in the city getting drunk. But things aren’t the way they were before. Having Mom leave reminds me how lonely I really am. The funny thing is, for someone who has so many “friends” online, I’ve never felt so alone in my life.

Ready to cuss out whoever is on the other side of the door, I swing it open. The sight before me feels as if someone stabbed a shot of adrenaline right into my heart, clearing the fog in my brain and causing time to stand still. There stands the only boy who ever tore apart my heart. The one who I truly thought I’d never face again, partially because I didn’t know if I could. The golden rays from outside are radiating around him as if an angel is standing at my door. His eyes are soft and sad, and when they meet mine, his arms reach around me. Without any control, my body falls into him. It’s the first time I’ve felt refuge in months.

“Yeah, I guess it could be worse.” My lips move upward. “Thank you for coming. It does feel good to have you here.”

“Any time, babe, but I think you owe me a swim.” He bites his lower lip.

Should I keep igniting the fire that roars between us, or is this the kind of love that burns too bright, turning everything around us into untamable flames?

I may be fucking crazy for dropping everything to be with him, but what am I really leaving behind?

This boy promised to give you the world, to take care of you, to love you with everything he has, knowing he was absolutely incapable of it. Him making you leave might be the only hope I see in him. It shows he does care about you. But he’s dangerously broken, and it’s not up to you to fix him. The worst of this, though, is imagine if no one came on that bus in time to find you. Trusting and loving this boy could have cost you your life.

Adrien’s love is like a curse. It wraps me completely in him and nothing else, oblivious to the glaring warning signs around me

“This is how I view you, Cait. How the world does. Your aura is intoxicating, and sometimes I feel like you don’t know that about yourself, so I wanted to give you a glimpse of what everyone else sees, something to remind yourself how awesome you really are and the warmth you bring to others.”

I fall victim to my own vices, and it hasn’t been easy, but I’ve decided to cleanse myself from the toxic things in my life, alcohol and social media being the biggest.

“Addiction is a disease, and no person can be held responsible for the outcome of it. It’s like a cancer. You can do all the treatments in the world, but once it’s taken over far enough, it can kill you.”

I claw the sand below me, and before I lay the photo in the shallow grave, all our wonderful memories flash before me: the warm San Francisco nights, the blurry bars and all the places we’ve danced, his cherub voice singing to me while staring into each other’s eyes, his warm skin and how our bodies fit together like perfect puzzle pieces, his haunting gray stare declaring I was everything to him. Though he’s gone, he’s still everything to me.

It’s as if Adrien’s spirit brought me here so I could see the tree from this view. Its swaying branches give me the hope I need. Palm trees were put on earth to withstand hurricanes, the blistering sun, and all the extremes in between. In the midst of my disastrous sadness, I’m reminded of who I am and where I’ve been. Instead of allowing the icy waves to tear my body into eternity, I stand firm, bringing my feet back to the shore. Though losing Adrien has been the most treacherous storm of my life, I too was made with resilience; I too was built to survive. The footprints in the sand leading back to my life are proof that I will carry on with strength, knowing Adrien’s soul rests in the sky and sea, but the biggest part of him, his heart, will always live in me.