Review: Lost Boy by M. Robinson


I literally started and finished Lost Boy the same day, and the only reason why it took a day was because of all the adulting that took time away from what was important, which is getting to know Noah and Skylar.

El Pecador, the book M. Robinson released before this was amazing that I knew it would be hard to top... but by God, never underestimate her as, in my opinion, that was definitely topped.

My heart hasn't stopped hurting since starting this book. She truly wrings the feelings out of you: hurt, anger, sadness, hopelessness, love, lust, and everything in between... I bled for these two. I know, from glimpses of Noah in previous books that he was going to be a painful one, but I wasn't expecting excruciating.

Their story isn't what you imagine it to be (if you thought you knew). The events that happen to these two people who are seemingly from opposite parts of the tracks will break you, repeatedly. Time and time again. Foreboding will fill you up as you flip from one page to the next and yet what you thought you know isn't what it seems.

I had to literally take a breather, several in fact, while reading this to avoid looking like a blubbering mess in the train.

Lost Boy is a must read, for everyone. It is a heartbreakingly beautiful story of love, loss, family and life. It is enthralling and painful to witness, but for the life of you, you can't seem to put it down.

Their story will draw you in so bad, it'll hurt. The good kind of hurt. The best kind! If you love books that make you hurt, want to slap the characters (and at times, the author), make you cry for them, scream at them, curse at them and everything in between, then this story is for you.

Nothing is predictable. Everything is felt.

The perfect telling of Noah and Skylar as only M. Robinson can tell.



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