Book Review: Shackled

Shackled

Title: Shackled
Author: Angela Carling
Release Date: June 2012
Length: 204 pages
Series?: no
Genre: thriller
Format: e-book
Source: author

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Synopsis

After shy, quiet Lucy and her family move from their small hometown in Minnesota to Seattle, Washington, she is surprised when Ryan, the most popular boy at school, asks her out. Soon, she is swept up in a whirlwind romance and her naive and trusting nature allows her to fall head over heels in love with her too-good-to-be-true suitor. Suddenly, Lucy finds herself enraptured by the excitement of her new relationship, leaving her blinded to the warning signs of danger ahead. Can her fairy tale romance last, or will she find that her prince charming is more like a wolf in sheep’s clothing?

Review

If you know a young lady, please buy this book and give it to her – no matter if she’s 14 or 34. This is a story she needs to hear…maybe a story she’s finding herself living in, or suspect’s a friend is living in.

Carling writes a crystal clear picture of a controlling, abusive relationship when young Lucy and her family move to Washington. Ryan is a pretty, rich boy who takes an instant liking to Lucy, but things soon start becoming too much. Ryan cuts Lucy off from his friends, isolates her and performs damage control when he’s on the verge. When her parents announce they are going to Mexico for spring break, Lucy’s wolf in sheep’s clothing starts shedding his wool, and she realizes she’s living in a private hell.

This novel is very well-written, told in first-person by Lucy. There are alternating chapters between Lucy, Ryan and Mason (for the most part). Lucy’s character development is very real – scarily real. This topic hit close to home for Carling, with a loved one experiencing this kind of relationship for years. Carling admits in a note following the last chapter that she felt she had to write Lucy’s story, and at times she was so sickened she had to walk away from her writing. Carling has superbly written a story about abusive, controlling relationships that rings with a sad truth: women, beautiful, successful women of all ages all over are living through their own personal hells – maybe sometimes through self-creation – and they are too fearful and intimidated to follow the steps that will lead to their freedom.

 

I cannot express enough how much Carling’s story of Lucy and Ryan resonated with me, and how much I want to share this novel. Maybe it’s because I was Lucy a few years ago. I had a friend who was Lucy at the same time. It was scary to see my thoughts from a short time ago reflected back at me in these pages, the thoughts I had as a friend of Lucy about my friend’s suddenly possessive and obsessive relationship.

I have shared a few of Lucy’s thoughts below. If any of the bolded terms strike you about a friend, please reach out to them, proper groups that can provided help and support, or local law enforcement. There is a way out, a light at the end of the tunnel.

No one is coming for me. He made sure of that. The worst part is that I let him. I even defended him when my friends warned me and then eventually left me, growing tired of my excuses.

I first let myself be caught up in the deep pool of his addictive pale blue eyes. They captured me, holding me suspended in what could be, and then reflected back my vulnerabilities with stunning accuracy.

For me, so much had changed. Being miles from him had helped me really see the flaws in our relationship for the first time. The fairy tale was tainted, yet I still wasn’t willing to walk away. I could not deny that I loved him and that love was a powerful motivator that kept bringing me back to him, far more powerful than anything he gave me to wear.

Maybe I was scared of the direction my relationship with Ryan was heading. Either way, I found myself longing to dive into the cool blue water.

Fear was trying to claw its way to the top, but I subdued it, telling myself that it would be alright, that Ryan loved me.

Romanticism won out, and I chose to believe that his physical aggression was an anomaly, a onetime mishap that he was driven to by my own stupidity.

Bound to him through love or guilt, and he knew from being raised by his father that those were two of the most powerful emotions on the earth.

For some reason, I knew this was a critical moment that I had to rise to the challenge. If I didn’t, if I let him shove me down one more time, especially without a fight, I was afraid that I would disintegrate into nothingness, becoming permanently small and insignificant. Then he would own me and I would disappear altogether.

TitlePic2About the Author

I was born and raised in Palm Springs, California and after living in several different states ended up back in yet another desert in Arizona, where I reside with my husband, three kids and five cats.  We’ve now lived here for ten years and haven’t melted yet, although we have fried eggs on the sidewalk. We love to escape to our cabin in the mountains or to my favorite place, the beach. I have several obsessions, including my passion for all kinds of music and my inability to stop buying cheap jewelry. I am often caught singing in public bathrooms, just for the acoustics, or rollerblading through my neighborhood while singing loudly to whatever is playing on my iPod. I love to have lots of flowers in my garden and shiny things in my house.  My favorite holiday of all (going along with the shiny things theme) is Christmas. All in all, I consider myself the luckiest, most blessed person alive and am so happy to have this opportunity to write and also to share my writing with other people!

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