Holding Hands When Life Was Ugly

Evie Harper penned a gripping story when she wrote, You Loved Me At My Ugliest, concentrating on the story of Lexi and Joey. When reading this story, I had not realized it was the third part of a trilogy so I'll be going back to read the other two books so I can get the full story, though this book certainly stands on its own two feet.


When reading a story, as in real life, I try to put myself in another person's shoes when a given situation comes along. I try to think about what could be happening in a person's life which makes them act, and speak, in certain ways, instead of taking their words and actions personally. I imagine pain they may be feeling which helps me not to cast judgment in the heat of the moment.


That being said, when reading the beginning chapters of You Loved Me At My Ugliest, I was tempted to set the book aside forever. Why? I was afraid of the abusive journey I'd be embarking upon as I took on the life of Joey, the abused boy next door, and Lexi, the girl who heard his screams coming from inside of his house. See! I told you it was painful to read, but I persevered for one reason only: if I stopped reading, Lexi and Joey would have been forever suffering in the recesses of my mind. Taking the chance that their circumstances might change, I kept turning the pages and the tears soon went away, though my heart will probably always hurt for two childhoods that were stripped away at the hands of a monster, Joey's father. I would never dare refer to him as Joey's dad. Yes, child abuse hits a very raw nerve ...


The story is more than one of abuse and it does involve a world of organized crime, yet the heart of the story is one of pure, unadulterated love which began by two children holding hands, on two separate sides of a fence. Stripped from having a relationship with his mother, holding Lexi's hand after recovering from his beatings was the only thing that Joey could look forward to, and it was the only action Lexi could take which brought any consolation to her mind.


Years pass and they grow up, even move in together for a while, but Joey chooses a lifestyle over Lexi and two part ways, moving on with their individual plans and agendas - until Lexi receives word that no one has heard from Joey for a considerable period of time. Leaving everything behind, she's determined to find out if Joey is missing or, worse, dead and will learn the answers even if she puts herself in danger.


You Loved Me At My Ugliest is an emotionally raw story which enabled me to finish the last page, having been reassured that even children growing up in the worst possible circumstances have a source of hope, can find their silver lining, their pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.


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