I received a complimentary copy in exchange for an honest review.
Delinquents left me raw. Broken. In pieces. In awe. The shattering conclusion is the most tragically beautifully written story I’ve ever read. Ever. This book absorbs you. It wraps you up in it’s world you are consumed by it’s characters. If you thought Innocents rocked your world, Delinquents takes it to a whole other level.
“I love a lost cause. I love a failure, and I lost myself in him when I was nine years old.”
Delinquents continues after Innocents and Dusty and Bliss are still a secret. Dusty’s addiction plays a crucial role this time around. But their love becomes an addiction as well. It’s dangerous, powerful, and their love just doesn’t stop. It supersedes any and everyone, yet it’s in the dark. Their love hurts but is beautiful at the same time. Dusty and Bliss gets older as the story progresses. They are not little kids anymore. They become young adults. And with that comes young adult issues. Delinquents is a lot heavier in nature and situations. Besides addiction, it deals with dependence, and the obsession with love and the idea of it. It’s darker. Dusty is so lost. In so much pain, yet all you want is to love him. Because below that darkness, below that pain, is a boy with the most beautiful soul who recognizes the other part of his soul in a younger girl he isn’t supposed to love.
“...but addiction and dependence made true liars of us and turned our innocent love into crazy love.”
Dusty and Bliss share a love that I can never put into words. A love where words could never do it justice. It’s deep, all consuming, ever lasting. Their love shatters every single thing you ever thought you knew about love. I will not discuss the plot of the story as it is to be experienced. You cannot read this book. You simply crawl inside and live in it. You absorb it. You become involved in the story and it’s characters. This story WILL wreck you. It will push you so hard. You will question yourself and your notion of love and what it means to truly deeply passionately love someone. But that’s what these authors do. They push you. Again and again. Delinquents was no different. You as a reader are emotionally put through this tragic, dark, beautiful story and it is an experience that is of no comparison to any book you will ever read. Ever.
I place my hands on the sides of his cool face and whisper, “Tell me a secret.”
His body relaxes.
“I don’t want to be a secret anymore, baby.”
The writing style is flawless and beautiful. It reminds me of a song. Poetic in nature, yet it flows seamlessly. Without spoiling it, theres a POV written and it left me speechless. I gripped my kindle the entire time I was reading the story, but this. THIS. It ruined me. And I loved it.
“Love never taught me how to swim. He taught me how to cling to him, and all I want in this moment is to pull him under with me… Love is sinking, and it’s taking us both. Love is knowing this is just as much my fault as his, because I allowed it. I invited it when I pushed his patience at every turn. I made love lie. I made love a secret when he begged me not to."
But just like all secrets, eventually it becomes the truth. And when this happens. Everything shatters. It’s like silence. And then it hits you. It’s intense. It’s painful. Dusty and Bliss. They have been through a lot at such a young age. But love doesn’t see age. And then I cried. A lot. Everything. All the years. It was leading up to this moment. And you get how Bliss has loved Dusty since she was 9 years old. And how this troubled boy fell in love with this innocent girl. This is the moment where I felt everything. It came rushing all at once. I was absolutely MOVED by this book.
“I’m just a girl with a broken heart, half-alive. Without him, that’s my deal.”
So the ending? I’m a mess. My heart hurts. It’s in a million pieces. Was it bad? No. But it depends what you were looking for. You can’t go into this book thinking everything will be rainbow and butterflies at the end. That’s not what this book is. It’s real. It’s raw. It’s love. It wasn’t what I expected. But it happened. And you know what? I get it. Through my ugly crying. I totally get it. I still don’t know what to feel. Because Delinquents had ALL THE FEELS. ALL OF THEM.