Tuesday, December 20, 2011

No Story to Tell by KJ Steele

ABOUT THE BOOKHave you ever wondered if you can be born into the wrong life?

This is a question Victoria Lackey, a once promising dancer, tries hard not to ask herself as she wanders through her days, tending her secrets and burying her past. It is a question that begins to whisper to her after a chance meeting with Elliot, a sensual artist from the city, who recognizes the dancer's spirit within her. A question that presses for an answer after softly seductive anonymous telephone calls encourage her forward into a life of her own. A question that demands an answer when the woman she is explodes inside the woman she has become.

Every once in a while a book comes along with the 'wow' factor. This book totally met all of my criteria for that. From the opening page, I was struck by the sheer beauty of the writing. Each word is skillfully set aside another to paint not only a creative image in your head, but a love of the written word as well. Each page will force you to continue to read the next, leaving you breathless in anticipation at times. The characters are forged with an anvil of understanding that no reader can deny. From the main cast to those poor background creatures that seldom pop in, you'll find yourself in a world full of empathy and longing. The entire world of Victoria called to me, and not always in a good way. I found myself laughing and crying, but mostly seething with anger and injustice. By the end of the book, I'd have given nearly anything to climb inside Vic's world and right a few wrongs.

This is a definite book for anyone. I guarantee that there's a character you can identify with. Hopefully, it'll help you learn a little something about yourself as well. Join Vic on her journey towards self-discovery and allow yourself to be swept up.

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