Title: Mud Vein
Author: Tarryn Fisher
Release Date: April 6, 2014
When reclusive novelist Senna Richards wakes up on her thirty-third birthday, everything has changed. Caged behind an electrical fence, locked in a house in the middle of the snow, Senna is left to decode the clues to find out why she was taken. If she wants her freedom, she has to take a close look at her past. But, her past has a heartbeat…and her kidnapper is nowhere to be found. With her survival hanging by a thread, Senna soon realizes this is a game. A dangerous one. Only the truth can set her free.
4.5 Stars
Let's get real here. I hated Senna, I didn't want to read her story. Everything she thought hurt. Everything was so hurtful. I didn't want to be in her head. I didn't want to feel her pain.
I wanted to shut her up and embrace her. I wanted to take her pain away. I wanted to hold her. I wanted to heal her. So many times I just wanted to scream at her.
Scream at her for being so damn stubborn. Scream for being so damn closed off. Scream at her because I was her and hated me.
Mud Vein isn't about being physically locked up. You have to dig deep and see how Senna has locked herself locked up. It's a struggle, a damn hard knuckle clenching fight to crawl through your hell and escape your confines. You have to do and accept things in life that you refuse to see. You close up and live life the best you can without feeling.
Damn, I loved this book. It's a fucking struggle just like life. Everyday you make yourself do things that you do not want to do. Life is a fucking struggle. Some days you choose to to do nothing, to let the darkness consume you and be nothing. But when someone comes along and gives you there light, it hurts even more. It's even harder to see with them shinning the way.
Mud Vein hurts
Mud Vein heal.
Happy Reading! Go forth and feel the feels…
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I am a real life villain, truly. I drink sick amounts of Starbucks. Most of the time my hair smells like coffee. I was born in South Africa, and lived there for most of my childhood. I moved to Seattle just for the rain. Rome is my favorite place in the world so far, Paris comes in at a close second. I read and write more than I sleep. When I was eleven, I wrote an entire novel about runaway orphans, using only purple ink. I am addicted to Florence and the Machine and will travel to see concerts. I love scary movies and giraffes. I spend way too much time on Facebook. Meet you there?…