There comes a defining moment in every young person's life that irrevocably shifts their point of view. For a new teacher who still compares herself to her students, it’s a missing girl and a false accusation that could cost her more than her career. For a young man who settles into a rut that not even his broken marriage can pull him out of, it’s a drifter’s gun to his head. For an idealistic college student, it’s her parents’ divorce pulling back the curtain on who they really are, shattering everything she thought she knew about love. And for a recovering addict who's not ready to change, it might just be an unhappy ending to her illicit affair.
In Perception, discover five captivating stories that explore what it means to be a new adult.
I give it - 5/5
Review - I really enjoyed this story as it was something different from what I read. It's a short anthology but each short story is really captivating and makes you want to know the entire story!
Each story is so fantastic and well written and all the authors who added to this anthology deserve a big applause. There's not much I can write in this review without spoiling it for everyone so I suggest everyone goes and get's this and give it a read you will enjoy it so much!
There are 5 stories in this which are; My boyfriend Is A Senator, Missing, The Outlaw, Drive and The Talisman. Each different in their own way but all still amazing.
If I had to choose I would say Drive was my favourite out of them all as it was very gripping and so brilliant that I know want to read the whole thing to know what is going to happen!
The same with the other 5! After reading them they have left me wanting!
I also love the title of the book as it is really fitting with all the stories and how the stories all fit together! Like you never know what's really going on in someones life until you look at it from their perceptive.
Excerpt As the echo of his footsteps dissipated, I heard the slow, sad waltz that came from Lindsay’s jewelry box. The music carried through the silence of my house, spreading along the hallway and easing down the stairs like a noxious gas until it found my heart, the cloying emotional toxin infecting me and causing a knot to form immediately in the pit of my stomach. I heard him close the box hard, choking off the music. He must've been angry he found only one piece of jewelry, the one she of course hadn’t taken.
Out on the winding Carolina back road where I lived, I had just one neighbor. I only ever saw him twice. He borrowed my lawn mower once when he first dragged his double wide into the abandoned trailer park, the one on the far side of the hill my own house slumped up against. He wanted to start out with a nice yard, he told me. Took him two weeks to return it. The other time I saw him? He robbed me. Came into my home and took everything I had left. Then he took all my stuff, too.