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304 pages, Hardcover
First published May 4, 2009
I've fallen for your eyes
But they don't know me yet
And the feeling I forget
I'm in love now
Kiss me like you wanna be loved
Wanna be loved
Wanna be loved
”How long will you keep me?”
“For ever, of course”
”I like cities”
“No one’s real in a city. Nothing’s real”
”They just wanted recognition, they wanted to fit in... it’s what most people want”
“Excepts freaks like you”
“I want freedom”
”We’re getting there. Baby steps"
“Pain means it’s healing”
”It’s just… to survive this land, you need to love it. And that takes time. Right now, you need me”
“I know”
”People love what they’re used to, I guess”
“No. PEOPLE SHOULD LOVE WHAT NEEDS LOVING. That way they can save it”
You smiled, your eyes crinkling at the corners. I looked away quickly, wanting to hold your gaze but knowing I shouldn’t.
Right at that moment it was as if we were the only two people left in the whole world.
”And how long will we sit here like this? Just another moment, or the rest of our lives? You know which one I’d prefer
“Why?”
You didn’t answer that. Instead you touched the ring gently and looked piercingly at me, unsaid questions in your eyes.
But I hated you for something else too. Right then, and at every moment in that apartment . I wanted your arms around me, your face close to mine. I wanted your smell. And I knew - shouldn’t – have it. That’s what I hated most. The uncertainty of you. You’d kidnapped me, put my life in danger… but I . None of it made sense.
And let’s face it, you did steal me. But you saved my life too. And somewhere in the middle, you showed me a place so different and beautiful, I can never get it out of my mind. And I can’t get you out of there either. You’re stuck in my brain like my own blood vessels
You told me once of the plants that lie dormant through the drought; that wait, half dead, deep in the earth. The plants that wait for the rain. You said they’d wait for years, if they had to; that they’d almost kill themselves before they grew again. But as soon as those first drops of water fall, those plants begin to stretch and spread their roots. They travel up through the soil and sand to reach the surface. There’s a chance for them again
And you expected me to love you. And that's the hardest bit. Because I did, or at least, I loved something out there.I’m going to just put it out there that I LOVE TY! Yes, I know he is a kidnapper, but he is not a bad guy. Ty’s history/background made him the person he is. I sympathized with him. He is sweet, kind, beautiful, and its really hard not to like him- in his head everything he did was for Gemma, because he loves her. You can’t fault him for that. My favorite reason TY IS AMAZING Amazing.
But I hated you too. I can't forget that
All I could think about was you. I wanted you in the apartment. I wanted your arms around me, your face close to mine. I wanted your smell. And I knew I couldn’t - shouldn’t - have it. That’s what I hated most. The uncertainty of you. You’d kidnapped me, put my life in danger . . . but I loved you, too.
“How long will you keep me?" I asked.
You shrugged. "Forever, of course.”
“It was like I existed in a kind of parallel universe, thinking thoughts and feelings that no one else understood.”
“People love what they're used to, I guess."
"No." You shook your head. "People should love what needs loving. That way they can save it.”
“I mean, that star over there is blinking at me madly now, but for how long? An hour or two, or for the next million years? And how long will we sit here like this? Just another moment, or the rest of our lives? You know which one I'd prefer...”
"You saw me before I saw you..."
"It's funny, but I always thought I could trust blue eyes. I thought they were safe somehow. All the good guys have baby blues. The dark eyes are for the villains...the Grim Reaper, the Joker, zombies. All dark."
"You were stupid and evil and mentally ill. That was all. When you started talking, you started changing."
"That's what I hated most. The uncertainty of you. You kidnapped me, put my life in danger...but I loved you too. Or thought I did. None of it made sense."
All I have left to say is that this story will, with absolute certainty, stay with me for a very long time. Even now, days after finishing it, I still often think about it. Stolen is a unique novel with a very powerful message that I would highly recommend everyone to read and hopefully end up loving just as much as I did!