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Grace and the Guiltless - Impeccable Language with Realistic Climax


I don't like reading a certain genre. But this is 2018. I wanted to do something new. I picked up one from those books I buy when I go out and have a strong urge to stack my bookshelves. So while shopping for furniture at Ikea one day, I bought 'Grace and the Guiltless' from The Dollar Store nearby in Vaughan.

This novel is a story of Grace whose family is brutally murdered by 'The Guiltless Gang.' She is the lone survivor who must take revenge. So she does. Her journey from being a normal girl to a victim or desperately wandering in woods, to facing death, and to becoming a bounty hunter sounds real. There is not even a single moment where she loses focus. She knows what she wants. She is determined and not even the love of her life can stop him.


I love her clarity of thought, steadfastness, unflinching determination to prove herself. The two things that stood out for me in the book - impeccable language and climax. I googled this book. It falls under the Young Adult category. The language is beautiful. The narration flows. I didn't miss a single line. If I did (while sipping my smoothie) I re-read the entire paragraph. I learned language articulation from this book.


The climax of the book is unusual. The author, Erin Johnson, is clear in her vision. It is a revenge saga, not a love story. There is a spark of a love story in the novel. But Grace says a silent goodbye to her lover, not to her mission. And I loved it!

I don't write book reviews. I don't know the craft and techniques it requires to critique a book. I write my feelings. The purpose of this review is to maintain a journal of the books I read. But if you are looking for a recommendation, I would say 'yes.'

Happy Reading, 
Saru 

P. S. I love Book Photography. I took these pictures while reading this book.

Comments

  1. The photos are definitely great.. hopefully the book is tooo :) he he he he

    Bikram's

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  2. Sounds like an interesting book and coming from you, it seems to be worth the movie. The cover is also super attractive.

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  3. Books reading ab nahi ho paati per ye sabse accha hobby hai,bahut books ka collection tha ๐Ÿ˜Š
    Acchi book hai, review se hi climax ka excitement ho raha hai ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿ‘Œ

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  4. I know that feeling Saru when you read a good book and have a sense of fulfilment ....when it just flows and you don't need to push yourself to complete it ....

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