I don't know whether to believe Gemma was suffering from Stockholm syndrome or not. Even now I can't fathom what you were trying to tell me. You deal a low blow leaving the reader even more confused than the main protagonist herself. I'd read many emotional novels but you truly were the icing on the cake. Whenever my eyes looked over my bookshelf, your white spine stood out the most begging to be read. I bought you home and you haunted my thoughts. That your elegantly bound pages were holding a masterpiece that begged to be read. It's only now I see you did it for my own good. You pulled me in from the first page and wouldn't let me go, no matter how angry or frustrated I got, you made me suffer through it. You are an emotionally packed novel full of beautiful prose. I was the one you trapped and stole away. You had that shiny cover that caught my eye, wanting something from me, as if you'd been waiting for a long time for someone to pick you up. You saw me that day in the bookstore before I saw you.
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