My rating: 5 of 5 stars
I’ve been waiting for the release of this book for what seems like forever...and to finally have it in my hands made my heart cry happy tears.
The prologue was absolute perfection, and I died a slow, painful death reliving it all over again.
I read the fanfic of Dusty, and of course, I loved it. Honestly, it is my favorite book ever written. I’ve said it over and over again, but “Dusty the Fanfic” is complete and total epicness.
Innocents was one hell of a rollercoaster ride.
My stomach turned…
My heart cried…
My chest burned…
I just could not handle the love, the heartbreak, the tears, and just the complete mess that is Bliss and Dusty.
I absolutely LOVED reading them again.
I hate to love Dusty, but at the same time, I love to hate Dusty.
It’s completely fucked.
I don’t even know how to explain how I felt reading this book…
…happy, sad, mad, tired, frustrated, hate, in love, murdererish, heartbroken, completely fucked up…
When you really think about it Dusty is a complete, selfish fucking asshole, but I could never find it in my heart to actually completely hate him. If I’m being honest, I’m completely in love with him.
I love sweet, little Bliss.
Her innocence was adorable…and I loved that she didn’t know everything…that she was just sweet…sweet like a little girl should be.
I loved that she was secretly rebellious and gave her heart to the delinquent down the hall.
I loved that a pink silky bra was her beloved.
I loved how her best friend was the complete opposite of her…dirty and messy to her clean and pretty.
Some would have a problem with the age of the characters and the bad habits and the sex…but these are the days where young girls and boys know these things…do these things…and no matter how much we wish they didn’t…shit like this happens. It’s real life.
Innocents gives us real. No sappy bullshit that a teenage boy would never do in his life. We get a fucked up boy “corrupting” an innocent girl…We get real life bullshit that makes us want to pull our hair out…break things…and just fucking yell at the mess of it all.
The only issue I had with this book was we didn’t get more…more of everything…I needed more. My heart will be ready to be cracked wide open for Delinquents.