Sunday, March 20, 2016

Book Review: Devil You Know (Butcher Boys #1) by Max Henry

Devil You Know (Butcher Boys #1)

by Max Henry

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How do you define it? I guess it’s up to the individual. Love can be a sweet gesture of flowers on your anniversary. Love can be a meal waiting at home after a long day at work. Love can be a gentle caress. Or the unspoken words in your lover’s eyes.

Love isn’t a backhand, given because of a warm beer. Love isn’t wearing long-sleeves to hide bruises from the ladies at the supermarket.

I thought I’d never experience love. Such emotion didn’t seem to fit with what I had—who I was.

But he stepped in, and showed me his.

He pulled me from the dark abyss I had lost myself to, and showed me the simple things which could bring such joy. Sun on my face. The smell of fresh coffee. Colours in the autumn leaves. All the little things.

He shows me these things, but he doesn’t share in them. He knows happiness, but he doesn’t feel it. He will give love, but never accept it.

He saved me. Now it’s my turn to return the favour …


My Review:

There is a rule among readers, some of us follow it and some of us don't. At least, I consider it a rule, you might consider it a saying. Never judge a book by its cover. This saying does have more than one meaning. There are so many ways you can dissect it, a million different ways you can define it. Depending on who you are, it can also mean to not judge a person by what you see. I have more than one reason for bringing this motto to light in this review.

First, I am guilty of picking books out by their cover. In fact, most of the time it is a deciding factor. If I see a book with a great cover, I will look at the blurb and choose if I want to read it. Even though I have read some great books with horrible covers, we have, to be honest with ourselves. When we are buying a product, we take things at face value. (I actually love the cover of this book; I mean who doesn't like a guy covered in tats?)

Second, this book is the perfect example of this saying. I am not talking about the cover, but the main characters that live in the pages. I could give you example after example, but there is more I want to talk about in this review. Plus, if I did give you examples I would be giving out spoilers.

I am at a loss for words when it comes to explaining what I felt while reading this book. The prologue really hit home when I started reading and after that, I couldn't or wouldn't put this book down. I have to say that the first paragraph pulled me in.

It said: "Being Alone, while not alone, is such a curious thing. How can one who is surrounded by many, still feel the hollow ache of a person who have nobody to confide in, nobody to trust?"

I don't know how many people actually feel that way. But I know the feeling. The feeling of being alone when you are in a room filled with people. When you feel like you could scream and no one would notice.

The characters in this book are not damaged, they are not broken. But they are strong, they have been through trials that most people will never face. They have fallen to the lowest point and had no choice, but to climb and rebuild everything around them. This book will give you something to think about. It can make question everything around you.

Zara Lethallan

About the Author

Max is the author of dark, and highly emotional romance. Her Butcher Boys series is centred around a group of men who met living on the street, who have teamed up with an indebted motorcycle club to take down a notorious drug lord. Her writing has been described as 'gripping', and 'addictive', taking you on an 'emotional roller coaster ride'.

Originally born and bred in New Zealand, Max now resides with her family in beautiful and sunny Queensland, Australia. Life with two young children can be hectic at times, and although she may not write as often as she would like, Max wouldn't change a thing. When she's not engrossed in her dark and twisted fictional worlds, she can be found enjoying the outdoors while 4wd-ing with her family.

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