Tonight, you will no longer serve me. That is intimidation and a result of what Roberts persevered inside this book.

I enjoyed reading it but also expected more out of it. The story is about a room of captives, explaining the character that is no longer alive.

And writing is such an admirable job and to carve out facts is where a writer blows his head and questions his patience and vulnerability. As a daily experience, I stand by it. 

Dylan would feel above cautious statement while manoeuvring the efforts to dig out Abby’s life that no longer serves her, but is a part of her tantalizing marriage.

When something is shapeless, we try to hide its imperfection from others with the fear of shame and insecurity. Abby would process the same fear while facing Dylan’s question about her husband chuck. This fear is associated with her two children. No mother would want her child to know the venom of their father. That is all she wanted.

Love for Abby was a meaning of sex and forced one. While she begins to feel the warmth in the presence of Dylan. However, Dylan's motive to write a belligerent biography of Chuck would lose its meaning somewhere.

I could not continue the story because it was finished before but also it did not give much meaning to comprehension. Yes, the ending was lost in an abyss.

While finishing a story is not always hitting the last page but also finishing it in the middle of somewhere. It happened in this story.

That could also mean the end, but unsatisfactory.

QOTD: Have you ever finished a book to the last page, but mentally finished the story in the middle?