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It’s been three years, twenty-five weeks, and five days since Isis Blake fell in love, and if she has it her way, it’ll stretch into infinity. Since then, she’s punched Jack Hunterher nemesis-turned-maybe-something-morein the face, survived a brutal attack by her mom’s abusive ex thanks to Jack’s heroics, and then promptly forgotten all about him.
The one bright spot for Isis is Sophia, the ephemeral girl who shares Isis’s hospital stay as well as a murky past with Jack. But as Isis’s memories return, she finds it harder and harder to resist what she felt for Jack, and Jack finds it impossible to stay away from the only girl who’s ever melted the ice around his heart.
As the dark secrets surrounding Sophia emerge, Isis realizes Jack isn’t who she thought he was. He’s dangerous. But when Isis starts receiving terrifying emails from an anonymous source, that danger might be the only thing protecting her from something far more threatening.
The Lovely Vicious series is best enjoyed in order.
Book #1 Love Me Never
Book #2 Forget Me Always
Book #3 Remember Me Forever
About the Author
Sara Wolf is a writer, Sox fan, wine girl, and author of the Lovely Vicious series. She lives in San Diego, California, where she burns instead of tans. When she isn't pouring her allotted lifeforce into writing, she's reading, accidentally burning houses down whilst baking, or making faces at her highly appreciative cat. http://sarawolfbooks.blogspot.com/
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Forget Me Always
By Sara Wolf, Stacy Abrams, Lydia Sharp
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"ARE YOU ALL RIGHT, SIR?"
I look up at the voice. A bellboy smiles cheerily at me. He has no idea who I am or what I've been through, yet he has the nerve to smile. It's been nineteen days since Isis Blake forgot about me, and he has the nerve to ask if I'm all right.
I light another cigarette.
"Get out of my face."
His expression falls, and he backs away. "S-Sure. Have a nice night."
I scoff and lean against a pillar of the grand marble roundabout of the Hilton. I watch ridiculously fancy black cars shuttle in and out, dropping off equally puffed-up old rich people. Bellboys and concierges scurry around, calling taxis and directing valets. Revolving glass doors with gold accents constantly whir and hiss over the mindless chatter. Women shriek with laughter, men guffaw; all of them are oblivious, happy idiots. I can see the truth in their clothes and posture — five of the men are cheating on their wives. Two of them with far younger women, one of them exclusively with prostitutes. He not-so-subtly taps the ass of a passing blonde in a peacoat. She hides her grimace with an actress's grace. When she sees me, she clips over in her heels with a mildly happier smile.
"Jaden! Oh my God! It's been forever!"
"Three months, Lily," I correct. Jaden is the name I use for my escorting work, and I've never let the other escorts I've met in passing know my real name.
"Three months, forever, same difference." She laughs. Perfume wafts off her, the expensive, strong kind. The kind you buy when you have to cover up the pervasive smell of sex.
"Finished with work?" I ask, and jerk my head at the man still watching her lecherously, his wife oblivious and clinging to his arm.
Lily sighs. "Yeah, for the night. I'm about to head back to my place. What about you?"
"Mayor's daughter." I motion to my tuxedo. "Winter ball."
"Bet you were the hottest guy there."
"It was a Catholic girls' school."
"And the hottest guy she'll ever have."
Lily is just a few years older than me, but she's been in the Rose Club far longer. Lily isn't her real name, just like Jaden isn't mine. I don't know her in real life, and she doesn't know me. But sometimes we work in the same hotels, and she's one of the few girls in the Rose Club who isn't annoyingly vapid. So we talk.
"Seriously." Lily elbows me. "I've seen her. She looks like an inbred Pomeranian on her best days."
"Now now." I blow smoke into the sky. "Let's not be nasty. She paid good money. And I respect and appreciate money."
Lily watches my face carefully as she waits for a taxi to cycle past. She knits her thin brows.
"What about your own prom?" she asks.
"What about it?"
"Are you going to that? Do you have a girlfriend? Or a date?"
I took Sophia to my junior prom. Sophia, the hospital-ridden girl I'd known since middle school — my first infatuation and first real friend. But it's not Sophia who pops into my head right now. An image grows strong of Isis, dressed up in some silk dress. Red? Or blue? Purple, probably, to match her hair. She'd dance and drink and start at least four fights. It would be awful. It would be hilarious. I smirk at the thought, but it quickly fades. She's in the hospital, too. And thanks to that scumbag called her mother's boyfriend, she doesn't remember me anymore. It's been almost three weeks since she asked who I was, with that blithe smile on, and only now have I really started to believe it.
"No. I'm not going to the senior one. It's pointless. I'm graduating in five months, anyway. High school barely matters anymore."
She plucks the cigarette from my lips and grinds it under her heel. "When did you start smoking?"
"When did you decide to start mothering me?" I ask.
"It's not good for you."
"Neither is sex work."
Lily glowers. "Escorting. And we both have our reasons for doing that. You don't have a reason to smoke. Unless you want to die early and painfully."
"And if I did, it would be none of your business."
Lily flinches, as if I'd slapped her. She hails a passing cab, then pauses in its open door to look back at me.
"You're one of us, Jaden," she murmurs. "Society looks down on us. Customers objectify us. All we have is each other. So it is my business." She pulls out her Rose Club card — white with pale gold stripes — and hands it to me. "If you ever need anything, or if you wanna talk, call me."
She's gone before I can throw it back at her, gone before the gaping chasm in my chest has the chance to bleed. I shake it off. I'm Jack Hunter. No one makes me bleed.
Except one girl, at a party, nearly five months ago.
I light another cigarette to cover the stench of weakness emanating from me. The women at the hotel's entrance are eyeing me. If I so much as blink in their direction, they'll accost me, flirting with tired tactics and worn eagerness. They are just as bad as the men. They covet things that look nice. And when they can't have what they covet, they squabble, quickly turning on each other in sickening displays of predatory possessiveness.
I consider throwing Lily's card in a nearby puddle. She has no idea what I'm going through. I have no idea what I'm going through. She can't help me. Besides, her help is offered solely because she has designs on me. Even an idiot can see that much.
Not everything with a vagina likes you, dipshit!
I whirl around at the sound of the voice. It's so clear, so perfectly loud and obnoxious, that it has to be her. But no purple streaks bob out of the crowd to greet me. No warm brown eyes crinkle with a smirk.
I fall against the pillar again and laugh, putting my head in my hands as reality slips through my fingers. Get it together, Jack Hunter. You're going to Harvard in seven months. Your mother is waiting for you to come home now. Sophia is counting on you. Her surgery is imminent. You can't go crazy. People are depending on you. You have a life to live, and no matter how much you wish on stars, no matter how much you bargain with God or with the doctors, that life does not include Isis Blake any longer. You're a stranger to her.
The hole she burned in the ice must be filled.
There is no warmth anymore. You barely tasted it, barely felt it on your skin. It brushed against you for a single second. Something so small should not retain this much weight. It is illogical. You are illogical for letting it affect you so much.
There is no warmth, Jack Hunter. Not for the likes of you.
You have blood on your hands. You have duty, and guilt, and you can't escape that. No one can help you escape.
Not even her.
"Jaden!" A shrill voice makes me look up. Cynthia, the mayor's daughter, waves me over to the limo. Her dark hair is over-curled and looks ridiculous. Her pink dress is too tight and too bright. Her circle of simpering friends have dropped off their purses and retouched their makeup, and now they're on their way to an after-party. We're on our way. I'm being paid to be one of them, after all.
I stub my cigarette out and put on my best smile.
* * *
My life has become a series of people asking me if I'm better.
Except I'm sitting in a hospital bed with a massive bandage around my head like a turban. So no, I'm not better.
But people keep asking anyway because it's how you show concern for someone you care about, I guess, but frankly a giant box of chocolate truffles and reign over a small kingdom would be acceptable stand-ins.
No school. No home. All I do is sit in bed all day and watch crappy soap operas in which people faint dramatically all the time. Like, damn. That shit's an epidemic. I get so bored I try to mimic their faints, except the nurses catch me and say stuff like "you have a head injury" and "contrary to popular belief, the floor is hard" or some nonsense, so nobody can blame me when I steal the nearest wheelchair and bolt down the hall at top speed.
"Good evening, chaps!" I nod at two interns. They shoot each other looks, but before they can call security, I'm blazing around the corner.
"Bloody good weather we're having!" I smile at a man sitting in his bed as I pass his open room. He cheerily returns my greeting with a resounding, "Go to hell!"
I round the next corner and come face to face with Naomi, my nurse. Her hair's back in a strict bun, her face angry and worried and tired all at the same time. I don't know how she manages to look a million years' worth of tired and still keep up with me, but she does it well.
"'Ello, love. Fancy a cuppa?"
"You're not British, Isis," Naomi says flatly.
"I can be things," I insist.
"Yes, well, unless those things include a person who is lying in bed recuperating, I don't want to see them. And I especially don't want to see them wheeling around the hospital like a madman."
"The madman is back that way." I jerk my thumb behind me. As if to prove it, a loud "FUCK!" reverberates. Naomi narrows her eyes and points at my room.
"Back in bed. Now."
"Why you gotta be like that?" I sigh. "We can work this out. There can be bribes. Of the monetary kind. Or maybe not monetary. Do you like adventures? I'm full of those. I can give you at least nine adventures."
"You've already given me one for the day. If you don't get back in bed, I won't let Sophia in after her checkup."
I gasp. "You wouldn't!"
I stand up and start to faint dramatically, but she catches me with her meaty arms and plops me in the wheelchair, pushing me back to my room. I grumble the entire way. In the doorway, I crawl out on my hands and knees and fake sob, collapsing into bed.
"Oh, quiet, you drama queen," Naomi chides and closes the door behind her.
"Drama empress!" I yell. "I prefer the title empress!"
My room's quiet. Too quiet. I huff and cross my arms and blow bangs out of my face. I need a haircut. And an escape plan. But looking fabulous while escaping is somewhat required, so I'm putting one before the other.
I grab my phone and text Sophia.
DEAD PROTEIN IS TRYING TO EAT MY EYES. BRING THE SHARP POINTY THING.
Her text comes seconds later.
You mean the thing you threatened that male nurse's balls with?
I sigh contentedly at the reminder of my own past brilliance. I'm so lucky to be me.
She sends one smiley face: :-)
Sophia and I are the youngest people in this hospital, discounting the kids' ward, and they don't let you in there unless you're a doctor or a parent or you have permission, which is really hard to get. Which is why I use the windows. I hate Jell-O and it's all they give you at meals, so I hoard it and give it to the kids like a gelatin-laden Santa, and it's a big hit. Not so much with the nurses. And security officers. Regardless, Sophia and I make sense. Since the day we met at lunch a few weeks ago and I gave her my apple, I've felt like I've known her forever. Being with her is like a massive, run-on déjà vu. When she first told me her name, I blurted, "Oh! You're Sophia!" like it was a huge revelation. She asked me what I meant by that, and I searched long and hard in my own sizable brain and couldn't find a reason. I'd just said it, without thinking, and I didn't really know why. I still don't know why. I don't know a lot of things anymore, and it frustrates me, but it's not easy to maintain frustration when all people ask of you is to sit in bed and eat all day.
Besides that tiny bump in the road, she and I have been getting along famously. You can tell because A) she hasn't run away crying yet, and B) she always ends her texts to me with a smiley. Only people who like you do that. Or people who want to secretly murder you. But really, I don't think someone as delicate and beautiful as Sophia would want to murder someone, unless she wanted to be, like, beautiful and delicate and bloodthirsty, which, I'm not gonna lie, would add to her considerable mystique — "Isis," Sophia says from the doorway. "You're thinking out loud again."
I whirl to face her. She's in a floral sundress, with a thick, cozy-looking sweater. Her platinum hair is kept thin and long, like strands of silver. Her milk-white skin practically glows. To offset all her paleness, her eyes are ocean-deep and navy-dark. In one hand she carries a book, and in the other —
"Scissors!" I crow. "Okay, okay, deep breaths everyone. Because I'm about to say something mildly life-changing."
Sophia inhales and holds it. I point at her.
"You're going to cut my bangs!"
She exhales and fist-pumps. "I'll chop them all off."
"Soph, soapy Soph soapbutt, we have only been together three weeks and I love you dearly, like a sister, like we are deer-sisters frolicking in the woods together, but this is extremely vital to my well-being and I am trusting you with my life."
"Ah, I see." Sophia sits on my bed, giving me an understanding nod. "You keep all your vital organs in your bangs."
"As well as all my future prospects with Tom Hiddleston. So you realize how important this is to me."
"I am quite serious."
"It's not like you can make me look any less hot, since that is impossible, but generally speaking — don't fuck up."
I'm not hot, definitely not compared to someone like Sophia, but it's the bravado that counts. She runs her fingers through my wild bangs.
"Uh, you're the fashion expert here. I just sort of throw on things that don't have holes in them and hope for the best. I read a Cosmo once on the toilet. Does that count?"
"Depends on how long you were on the toilet." Sophia experimentally brushes my bangs with her fingers.
"Years. They talked about face shapes. Like, do I have a square face? A heart-shaped face?"
"Really? Because I was thinking more that-one-unfortunately-misshapen-Skittle-in-the-bottom-of-the-box shape."
Sophia laughs. "Just hold still and close your eyes. I promise I won't disfigure you for life."
There are the soft sounds of snipping and the feel of Sophia's gentle fingers, and then she tells me to open my eyes. I leap out of bed and dash into the bathroom. The age-stained hospital mirror reflects a short-banged girl, her slightly faded purple streaks gracing her forehead. A single bandage wraps around the base of her skull and up to the top of her head, like a headband, and leaves the rest of her head open. She looks tired, old. Her face contains two volcanic eruptions on her chin, one on her nose, and bags under her eyes that would make Coach jealous. And something's wrong. Something deep inside the girl is wrong.
"What's the matter? Don't like it?" Sophia comes up behind me. In the mirror, she practically radiates pale, waifish beauty, and I'm ...
"No, I love it. You did great. Fab. Nothing's wrong! Absolutely zero. Absolute zero. It's kind of chilly in here, isn't it?"
I run back to the bed and burrito myself in the blankets. Sophia follows, sighing.
"If you don't like it, you don't have to lie."
"No, I do! Shit, I really do. Sorry. It's not that, it's ... other stuff. Stuff from before I came here."
"Ah." She settles on the foot of my bed. "The hard stuff. The stuff the hospitals can't heal."
I nod. Sophia's gaze isn't piercing, but something about it has weight, gravity, like she's decades older than she seems. I haven't told her about Nameless, mostly because she doesn't need to know when she already looks so sad all the time. Nameless was my first and last crush back in Florida, and he ruined me in ways that serrated my heart for good.
Sophia hasn't told me anything about her past, either, and it's better that way. I can tell she's had it worse than me. Sniffing out tragedy is sort of my entire deal.
"Was it a boy?" she asks finally. Was it a boy? Or was it a monster? I still don't have the answer to that, so I say the easy thing.
She folds her hands over each other, like a dainty lady, and for the billionth time I'm reminded of how mature she is compared to me. The nurses gossip about her; the way she's been in the hospital for five years, the way she has no family — her mother and father died in a tragic "accident," and her grandmother raised her, but she passed a few years ago, leaving Sophia all alone in the world. Mostly they gossip about the boy who comes to visit her, Jack, the same guy who happened to see our house door open and saved Mom and me from Leo. He wasn't quick enough to stop Leo from flinging me into a wall and cracking my skull open, but he was quick enough to save Mom, and that's all that matters.
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I voluntarily read and reviewed a free copy of the book. Thank you, Entangled Teen! It's official. I have finally found my voice in a beautiful character with the name of Isis Blake. Isis Blake is loud, random and loves to babble incoherently -which I also consider is my best social traits - so, of course, I would fall in love with her from the start. Despite the fact that she was awfully insecure - being called ugly and fat by Nameless -, it was heartbreaking to see that after 3 years of ending the abusive relationship she still bear the scars from the past. So before I start off with my review, let me just clarify that I did not read the first book, so I started the story feeling totally lost because there were missing plot points that were obviously a continuation from the first book. However, I never let that deter me from reading and Wolf's writing caught my attention right away, So it was relatively easy to get into the story, plus I viewed the "missing links" as a huge mystery that I can't wait to unravel, it was so much fun! I still did some research (through reading reviews on GR with spoilers) to grasp what are the events that led to the build up in the second book, so everything seemed to fall into place in the end. Wow. Just Wow. The first time a book kept me up until 6 am just because I couldn't bear to not know the ending, or was it because of my raging reader hormones for Jack Hunter, or because I laughed so hard at Isis Blake, I don't know for sure. All I know is that Sara Wolf has now become my favorite author and I could not move on to another book. Isis Blake woke up in the hospital after an attack from her mom's ex-boyfriend that left her with a cracked skull, she was saved by her ex-nemesis/the-guy-she-thinks-she-started-to-like-but-she-hasn't-fall-in-love-in-three-years-twenty-five-weeks-and-five-days Jack Hunter, only to discover that she does not remember him at all. Jack Hunter was the Ice-Prince, ever since Sophia's incident nearly 4 years ago, he frosted over and hasn't been the same. He hasn't been feeling anything, until Isis. WARNING: DEFINITELY NOT WHAT YOU'RE EXPECTING If for a second you think this is a book about sugary words and grand gestures, banish that thought from your mind immediately. Instead, grab a tissue box, try not to cringe/swoon too much, you may experience episodes of heart-clenching moments and ultimately brace yourself for a major cliffhanger. There were so many plots to the story that centralized into one and I loved that because it keeps the story captivating! The story addressed taboo themes including rape, murder, underground activities and violence narrated through the eyes of high school students. To be honest, what I loved most about the book was the maturity of it. Despite the high school setting, the protagonists including Isis, Jack, Wren, Avery, and Kayla were such complex characters with such distinctive personality and voice, they easily became the backbone of the story in which each character complements the other! I can't describe my exact thoughts for the book because it was damn near perfection. The pace was just right, the characters were fantastic and the story was simply mindblowing I think I'm still reeling from the cliffhanger. All I wanted to do know is lock myself in the room and scream like Sookie. Yeap. Steer away if you're looking for a light read because once you're in, you'll definitely get sucked i
I loved Isis and Jack so much in the first book Love Me Never, and my love for these two beautiful teenagers has only doubled in Forget Me Always. The witty banter war has slowed down between Isis and Jack in this second book, but it’s far from over. In Forget Me Always readers finally discover what happened that night between Jack, Sophia, Avery and Wren that changed Jack into the Ice Prince. And yes, it's Isis who discovered their secret they have been keeping. I for one didn't see this coming. Where the first book had me laughing and enjoying the build up to Isis and Jack falling in love, this second book took me into a darker side of Isis and Jack's story, and I'm loving every intense, twisted minute. The hole that Isis was burning into Jack's ice-cold heart is slow freezing over again after Isis lost her memory and can't remember all the details of her and Jack's relationship. Jack is left with all his memories and his feelings for the sassy, obnoxious, smart mouth girl who tamed the beast in his head and made his heart feel alive again. But just when Isis’s memories of Jack are coming back, and Jack and Isis are about to finally get it right, the unthinkable happens that just might destroy them both. This darker side of Isis and Jack's story gave me shivers. Sara Wolf has definitely caught me and continues to reel me in with Isis and Jack's dark romance. I'm on pins and needles, waiting for the next book Remember Me Forever. If you haven't read the Lovely Vicious series, then you are missing out on one the most amazing dark teen romances. Isis and Jack are a must, must read.
That’s always catches my attention when I read a love story that starts off that they hate eachother & then fall in love at the end. The In love & War genres.
This book was originally published as Savage Delight. With Isis and her memory loss, it was almost like starting from scratch with Jack all over again, except she avoids him now more than verbally attacking him like she did in the first book. Isis keeps her wit, but I missed those interactions with Jack. The beginning starts off well, and the ending definitely has me pumped to start reading the final book, but I had a hard time staying interested somewhere in the middle. Forget Me Always by Sara Wolf was kindly provided to me by the publisher through NetGalley for review. The opinions are my own.
4.5 “Forget me NOT” Stars! Unforgettable! And an absolute must read! The Review: Shew... I feel like I just LIVED that experience! This book... So. Freaking. Intense! It was all consuming, and like I did with book one, I read it all in one sitting. I couldn’t put it down. It was edgy, riveting and a whole lot of fun. Oh and did I mention emotional? ‘Cuz yeah, it really was! Story/Characters... Forget Me Always was a little darker and a lot more serious than the first book, as Isis tries to recover her lost memories after Leo’s attack. She’s confused and remembers little of Jack, her supposed nemesis, but realizes quickly that there’s more to his story than anyone is telling her. She’s determined to figure it all out and digs into his past with Sophia, Avery and Wren. As she gets an up close and personal view of the relationship between Sophia and Jack, her own feels bloom and grow. And in witnessing Sophia's broken spirit, she also sees that her painful past doesn’t always have to be front and center if she works through things instead of running. But the past never seems to stay silent as old and new threats arise and someone else digs into Jack’s past. An old adversary from Isis’s past resurfaces and Jack and Isis fall into an uneasy cease fire the more she remembers. Meeting the fabled Sophia from book one and learning her traumatic story was emotional and heartbreaking. Isis has to show her vulnerability more than she wanted to. And we got to see a softer, more caring side to Jack. The “feels” are definitely strong in this book, but so is the lighthearted laughter we loved in book one, at Isis’s antics and her ever present humor. Even in her darkest moments, her comedic one-liners and her hilarious commentary that always seems to be spoken out loud, shines like a bright light in all the despair. My heart broke, my emotions warred between laughter, sadness and anger and I fell in love with Jake and Isis all over again. And that ending? Gutted me! Thankfully, book three is waiting for me and I need it asap! The Wrap Up: This book was heavier and bleaker as the layers from all these troubled characters were revealed. But the story was no less wonderful, the characters no less fantastic and the writing no less powerful. I loved this book! I can’t wait to move on to book three ... which I’ll be doing as soon as I’m done with this review.
Yikes. Well. So. Much. Happened. Here. ...and yet we're kind of left where book one ( Love Me Never ) left us, in the end. Well, kind of, but not really. I mean, all kinds of craziness happened--we learned some major secrets, something huge happened with a pretty significant character (I saw it coming, but it still has me trying to decide which of the many, many emotions it's sparked in me is #1, even hours later), friendships were repaired and then torn apart again, Leo had his trial...and Jack and Isis still aren't together in the end. Again. I need book #3 ( Remember Me Forever ), like, now . But I guess I'll wait until May. Since I have to, and all. Sigh... Reading book #1 before this one is an absolute must--this is definitely not a standalone. Really, I recommend reading these two books fairly close together, because there was so much that I just couldn't *quite* remember from book one--I could definitely have used the crib notes version a few times, especially in the beginning. If I'd had access to Love Me Never while reading, I would have been going back and refreshing my memory on a lot of details--but I didn't, because I'd already given it to Mini Moe #2 to read, which means now it could be anywhere in her room. Or in the house, really. Or even her locker. Anywhere. Ah, well. It definitely helped me to connect more with Isis's character, at least, with the whole there's-holes-in-my-memory bit. I remembered most of it in the end, I think--the gist, if not the exact details. And now I've got to wait for book 3. Sigh. (And I really do recommend waiting, even though the entire series was previously published. Glancing over reviews of the first versions, there's been a lot added here, because these two are definitely novel length now. So sure, it's tempting to go out and find the first book three, but I'd have to read the new one when it comes out anyway, so I'm going to wait. I know Ms. Wolf will make it worth my while.) Rating: 4 stars / B+ I voluntarily reviewed an Advance Reader Copy of this book.
Forget Me Always picks up where Love Me Never leaves off, which may be a relief to some readers. While I personally would recommend reading the books in order, Ms. Wolf also provides enough exposition for the uninitiated to quickly pick up the plot, though you may not enjoy the characters as much as if you had read the first. Whereas the first book was fairly light, this book has a much darker tone. Ms. Wolf also continues to unveil the secrets each of the teens have. We finally discover just what secret envelops Avery, Jack, Sophia, and Wren – and it is not a happy one. Sophia comes into her own. As I got to know Sophia more, my respect for Jack increased. Sophia is a very tragic figure. Isis continues to be sarcastic and fearless. Some may be disappointed that the focus of this book isn’t on the romance between she and Jack, but I thought it fit the tone of the book better to see Isis struggle to remember Jack, while also uncovering secrets and learning more about herself. And of course, this book wouldn’t be complete without a cliff hanger ending, as it was in the first book. I found the event fairly well sign posted so it shouldn’t come to a surprise, but it is still upsetting. This book is dark and the topics are not easy to handle. Ms. Wolf presents scenarios through the lens of teenagers fairly fearlessly, while keeping a decent pace. While I don’t love everything about this book – Isis’ observations are, at times, a little too mature even given her experiences; Jack’s job bothers me and seems slightly illegal – overall, it is an excellent read and a stunning example of the richness that is coming from young adult authors. NB: I received a copy of this book from the publisher and voluntarily reviewed it.
"Received an advance reader copy for a fair review." Thanks to NetGalley and Entangled Publishing for the opportunity to read and review Forget Me Always by Sara Wolf! This second book in the Lovely Vicious series is as wonderful as the first! Isis puts her memories of Jack together slowly and bit by bit, while Jack believes he should have been quicker to stop Leo from harming anyone. Isis and Sophia become friends and it seems that even more secrets are hidden with Sophia. Isis is released from the hospital and tries to get back to normal life. Jack has taken up boxing to deal with the frustrations and guilt he feels in not keeping Sophia or Isis out of danger. Leo's trial is coming up and Jack wants to testify so Leo will be put away and unable to harm Isis or her mom again. Kayla and Isis keep trying to figure out what happened all those years ago with Jack, Avery, Wren and Sophia. Suspense, intrigue, loyalty, clever wit and endearing charm and humor round out this book - 5 stars! The humor Isis brings to the story helps to lighten the darkness that the group has been dealing with. I appreciate the author adding the bonus content and writing in Wren's point of view to give readers a glimpse of what's to come and we don't get to know what Wren is thinking most of the time. The author's note shows empathy and personal experience with tragedy.
Sara Wolf has done it again with an another great book, that has me believing that this a real life event. Let me just say this book was AMAZING !!!!! It had me on the edge of my seat!! I literally read this book in one sitting. Sara Wolf has the worlds best humor, had me falling out of my chair. Isis Blake is portrayed as a witty, fearless and head-strong character. She has to deal with her internal demons, and losing part of her memories. Memories she cant help but feel he was somehow important to her, involve Jack. She cant quite put a finger on why Sophia's boyfriend Jack. seems familiar. But when her memories began to flourishes she begins to realize there's definitely a connection between them. Jack Hunter’s character is portrayed as a very arrogant , unapologetically, and super hot guy. At school they call him the “Ice Prince” because he’s colder than the Arctic. While Isis doesn't remember Jack, he remembers everything about Isis.. He remembers her snarky comments and purple streaked hair. For a little while Jack begins to feel human again and not so empty. She's melt a part of his ice heart. When him and Isis both began to realizes they want each other, there's only one thing stopping them...Sophia, Jack's girlfriend, who has cancer and also has both of their hearts. Ah, I loved this story so much and the chemistry between Jack and Isis was undeniable. I love Sara Wolf's writing style and would highly recommend this book and Love Me Never to all readers.
Oh my goodness, these books! I need the rest of Isis and Jack's story...I need it, desperately! The angst and heartache and craziness of this book has me on the edge! Forget Me Always is the second book in the Lovely Vicious trilogy and once again Sara Wolf has left me on the edge of my seat! And as much as I want to know the rest of their story it will be so hard to let them go. We were left hanging at the end of Love Me Never…so many questions and concerns, so many secrets to be revealed. FMA gives us some answers, but springs a lot of unexpected surprises on us that left me a bit flabbergasted! Ms. Wolf sure knows how to keep us on our toes. I was really happy that we got a deeper insight into Jack in this book. He’s so intriguing and endearing- I just adore him and all his broodiness. Isis is still her humorous, snarky self. They are both such well developed characters, Sara Wolf really outdid herself when she created Isis and Jack. While this book is as amusing and as entertaining as the first, it’s also darker and grittier. We see the how ugly and hateful teens can be, and what the consequences that hate and ugliness can bring about. So many things happened in this story that I was not expecting! Forget Me Always had my head spinning, my heart racing, and I was left speechless at the ending. Bravo to Ms. Wolf on writing such a completely engaging and captivating series!
Another superb read from the phenomenally talented Sara Wolf. This series packs plenty of punch. What I love most about it is the complex characterization, witty dialogue, and angst-filled romance that had me biting my nails to the bone! My heart bled for Isis and Jack in this one. Just as they seemed to have come to an understanding, Isis can't remember who Jack is and he feels like it's his fault for the way he's treated her. I spent the whole book praying that her memories of him would return so that all would be right with the world. Sophia plays more of a central part in this story, and the mystery that was introduced in the first book is revealed here. There were elements of the plot that I had already guessed, which was a bit of a bummer, but there was enough going on with other sub-plots that were left-of-field to compensate for same. Does it make me a nasty person that I thought of making a voodoo doll of Sophia and sticking her with pins until she just evaporated? Because she was seriously getting on my wick in this book. Yes, I know I'm coming across as very insensitive but she was standing in the way of true love, and I will always champion true love. Like the last book, I did predict the ending, but it was still a shocker. I'm known for loving my cliffhangers and my teen angst so this book was a pretty perfect read. I hope I don't have to wait too long for the next one as I'm already on tenterhooks waiting to find out what happens next. I have a feeling Jack is going to blame himself and push Isis away and I think I might be throwing a few temper tantrums before this series concludes. Overall, this was another fab read and I highly recommend it to fans of witty, edgy, slightly dark, YA contemporary romance. I voluntarily reviewed an advance, free copy of this book as supplied by Entangled Teen. All opionions expressed are my own.