Gemma, 16, is on layover at Bangkok Airport, en route with her parents to a vacation in Vietnam. She steps away for just a second, to get a cup of coffee. Ty--rugged, tan, older, oddly familiar man pays for Gemma's drink, and drugs it. Before Gemma knows what's happening, Ty steals her away.... read more
The story begins with a girl Gemma who is with her parents at an airport, she escapes them for some coffee, and for some other reasons, often shared between teenagers and parents. While getting coffee she locks eyes with Ty, a gorgeous looking boy with deep blue eyes. This same boy then buys... read more (warning: may contain spoilers)
The story begins with a girl Gemma who is with her parents at an airport, she escapes them for some coffee, and for some other reasons, often shared between teenagers and parents. While getting coffee she locks eyes with Ty, a gorgeous looking boy with deep blue eyes. This same boy then buys the coffee, and added sugar. Gemma starts to feel funny, and Ty takes her, changes her clothes and takes her for a long drive. Gemma ends up in different clothes, in a very foreign place. Only later to find out she is completely entrapped and surrounded by nothing but sand. Then there is Ty, the man who Stole her. He is here, and showing her as much hospitality as she would accept, which isn't much. This continues she is angry, mad, and keeping away from Ty as much as she can, planning her escape routes, all which fail miserably, each time she tries to escape she realizes there is no where she can go, she gets so far and realizes that's it. Ty does not hurt her, does not want to harm her, only wants to help her. Later they finally start talking, when she realizes he isn't going to hurt her. Ty has been watching Gemma for years, he opens up to her about finding her in the park when she is only 8 years old, and watching her since. Gemma finds out about a time when she was older, and drinking, and a boy trying to harm her, she remembers a dark figure, saving her from the drunk boy, Ty confesses this was him. Ty confesses that he only wants her to be happy, that he knew she needed to escape, that she could be happy with him forever, take over the land. The book goes on and they do grow closer. Ty is some what of an artist as she is exploring everything around the house they are in, in the desert. The longer she is here the more she learns about Ty and how he gets her water, and food. The story goes on for a while longer, learning about Ty, about Gemma, getting a camel, stealing his car etc. Then Gemma gets bitten by a snake, the medicine Ty has isn't enough, Gemma is dying. They had made a vow, Gemma had to give this place 6 months, to see if she hated it, if she did she would be returned. Just as she was starting to like it there, Ty is forced into the decision to bring her to the closest hospital, instead of keeping her like he had hoped. When they get to the hospital they are immediately recognized, Gemma knows Ty tried to save her, and is frantic when she realizes he is not by her side. She is saved, and is ok, but Ty has been taken by the police, Gemma is upset by this. Gemma has to testify against him in court. But first she writes him a letter, summarizing the options she has to tell the court. She could say she was drugged, and stolen, or could say she was taken by a man, but by a man who helped her, who was nice to her. The end of the letter tells us her decision. And the book ends.
“You took me away from everything - my parents, my friends, my life. You took me to the sand and the heat, the dirt and isolation. And you expected me to love you. And that's the hardest bit. Because I did, or at least, I loved something out there.But I hated you too. I can't forget that.”Gemma
“You know, perhaps if we'd met as ordinary people, one day, perhaps... perhaps things might have been different. Perhaps I could have loved you. You were so different and wild. When the light made your bare skin glow on those early mornings, you were the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. To put you in a cell is like crushing a bird with an army tank.”Gemma
“And I did, right then. I hated you for everything; for making me feel so helpless everywhere I went, for making me lose control. I hated you for all the emotions in my head, for the confusion... for the way I suddenly doubting everything. I hated you for turning my life upside down and then smashing it into shards. I hated you for making me stand with a whirring fan in my hand, screaming at my mum. But I hated you for something else too. Right then, and at every moment since you'd left me, all I could think about was you. I wanted you in that 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. Or thought I did. None of it made sense.”Gemma
“Then you started to pull away. I reached out an grabbed your hand, locked my fingers around yours. I wouldn't let go. I didn't want to be left alone with these strangers. I looked up at you, found your eyes. You hesitated, glanced back at the tarmac and flatness and red land beyond... then back at me. You nodded slightly as you sat. You started tallking to me. I don't know what you said. But there were tears in your eyes.”Gemma
“"Goodbye, Gem" you whispered, " You'll be OK" You touched the ring on my finger as you started to pull away. No. I shook my head. No. I grabbed at you. Got a hold on your elbow. My fingers grasped at your skin. And with all the strength I had, I pulled at you. I pulled you towards me. You let me. You came down easily. And then, suddenly, you were right there. I ran my fingers up your arm onto your naked chest, feeling for your heat. I gripped the back of your neck. Then, with my final bit of stenght, I pulled your face towards me. My head left the pillow, a little, to get to you. Your skin was centimetres from mine. Your mouth was so close. My lips found your cheek. I tasted your dirt and salt and sweat. I felt the roughness of your beard. I felt your warm breath, smelt the sour eucalyptus. Your lips were soft against my skin.”Gemma
“And then, you were being pulled off me. You were being held. And I fell back. I looked for you, found your eyes as I was wheeled away. I could still taste your salt on my lips. You didn't cry, You didn't move. You just stood there, like a rock, watching me, while the hospital staff closed in around you. You were the hunted one now. I wanted to lift my hand, wanted to say thank you. But I could only watch as I was being wheeled backwards through a flapping door. Plastic edges fluttered against my arms as I was pulled through. I pushed myself up, wanting to keep you in sight. Your brought your hand to your mouth. You opened your fingers and blew something at me. It looked like a kiss. But I saw the sand hang in the air before it fell towards the floor.”Gemma
“"You saw me before I saw you.”Gemma
“How long will you keep me?” I asked. You shrugged. “Forever, of course.”Highlighted by 33 Kindle customers
“People should love what needs loving. That way they can save it.”Highlighted by 28 Kindle customers
I remembered then why all my friends liked to get drunk … it was the forgetting. The sweet not knowing of the future.Highlighted by 15 Kindle customers
You trapped me easily, drew me toward you like I was already in the net.Highlighted by 11 Kindle customers
“I sleep in here, for now,” you said. You avoided my gaze. I avoided the way your words hung, unfinished.Highlighted by 10 Kindle customers
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.Highlighted by 10 Kindle customers
“I hate you!” I screamed. “I fucking hate you!” You moved your hand away immediately, as if I’d suddenly burned it. “Maybe that’ll change,” you said quietly.Highlighted by 9 Kindle customers
“What do you want?” I asked, my voice cracking. “That’s easy.” You smiled, and the cigarette in your mouth hung down, stuck to your lips. “Company.”Highlighted by 7 Kindle customers
Anyone else looking at that bed might think it was a record of how much sex we’d had there.Highlighted by 7 Kindle customers
“People love what they’re used to, I guess.” “No.”Highlighted by 7 Kindle customers
While the subject matter of this book is more mature in nature, the author does a wonderful job of painting a real image of being stolen. In short this book has no material in it that is too mature for a 8th grader, but high school sophomores and up would likely get much more out of this wonderful read.
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