Author: Lily White
Genre: Dark Romance
Reviewer: Tanya Rae
Stars: 5.0+ ☆+☆+☆+☆+☆+
Review: Lily White is one of my Favorite Dark Authors because she is the QUEEN OF DARK! I know you keep hearing it Lily (I am not sure you ever get tired of it but, you DID IT AGAIN! I really loved Asylum – Welcome to the Statham Institution for the Criminally Insane and what a WOW ending, a total twisted ending, an OMG ending! Well you get the idea I am sure! I love Alexandra (Alex) and her brother Dain. What a great brother and he loves his sister. I would love to tell you about some of the other characters but, I would have to give you a spoiler and I don’t do spoilers.
Asylum is a dark and twisted book, with a twisted ending. I read it in one sitting because I just had to find out how this book ended and couldn’t leave it. Of course this is nothing unusual for me when reading Lily White’s books. Asylum is a little different premise from what she usually writes though. WARNING: This is a Psychological Thriller there is some gore, some nonconsensual sex, some violence, and some very crazy people etc. I hope you enjoy this book as much as I did. Do remember that this is a Dark book and if you don’t like the things listed in my warning then this isn’t the book for you!
I received this ARC for an honest review.
Words are funny things.
Their meaning, the pictures they paint in the minds of those that hear them: they’re not always the same and to me at least, that makes them meaningless.
Take for instance the phrase ‘black widow’. Those words conjure the image of a spider, an eight-legged creature with the red imprint of an hourglass on its abdomen.
However, instead of speaking of an arachnid, of the resident of a spindly and dew-laden web, the people who whisper those words are talking about something much different.
They’re talking about me.
From what I’m told, I’m called the Black Widow because no man I’ve ever loved has survived.
Yet, I have no memory of any of it.
My new home leads me to the definition of another vague and meaningless word.
It’s a place where I’m supposed to seek refuge.
A place of retreat and security.
It’s a place where I’m supposed to be kept safe because I’m sick.
But the definition for this place is wrong and the word becomes meaningless when you’re tucked away and made silent by drugs and pretty white jackets.
My name is Alexandra Sutton and this is the story of what happened when I was imprisoned inside an Asylum.