Author: Lily White
Genre: Dark Romance
Reviewer: Lita Thomas
Stars: 5.0 ☆☆☆☆☆
Asylum is a thrill ride worth the trip from the beginning to the end. The story held my attention starting from page one. A young lady, Alexandria wakes up and finds herself in a facility for the criminally insane. She learns that not only has she been there for more than a year but that she is there because she has been labeled a Black Widow.
Unfortunately Alexandria can not remember who, what, where or how. The story is a mind game. As I read the book I got to the point that I could not tell what was real and what was not. This story is a real mind f*ck.
I can tell you that this story is not for the faint in heart. If you are looking for flowers and candy and sweet kisses do not waste your time but if you want a thrilling story that is engaging and told in a way that holds your attention than this is the story for you.
Asylum is dark, twisted and sick and I loved every minute of the story. I have to give Asylum 5 O’s. Kudos to the author for a journey into the sick and twisted. Oh just FYI the ending will blow you away.
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.