Cam Girl by Leah Raeder

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NA – ★★★★☆ – GoodreadsAmazonB&N – iBooks


I mean, people know I love Leah Raeder. Black Iris really blew me away and I loved Unteachable too much. I remember when I was reading Unteachable I realized Leah Raeder was going to be an author that I couldn’t stay away from. This book proves that to be true once again.

This book in one sentence: With beautiful writing, interesting characters, and a captivating story, Leah Raeder has stolen my heart once again.

There are so many reasons I will pick up any book that Leah Raeder has written. One of the biggest reasons is because of the writing. I mean Leah could write about grass growing or about paint on a walk wilting or something and it would still probably be the most beautiful thing.

The second thing I love about reading Leah’s books is the dialogue between characters. It is always so real and so sarcastic and so funny it makes my life.

 “Oh please. Look at your gorgeous color. Where’s your family from?”

“Mom’s Puerto Rican, Dad’s Swedish. You?”

“Nigerian, Brazilian, and English. And I swear, if I hear ‘chocolate, caramel, and nougat’ one more fucking time, I will murder someone.”

“You mean you’re actually a person, not a Milky Way bar?”

She grinned. “You get me. And I get you.”

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All of her characters are real and are on their own level of badass and I can’t get enough.

I mean I could go on and on about how much I love Leah and every book, and I have so many parts highlighted in this book it’s crazy. At the same time, I don’t want to ramble about it because I just want people to read them! One thing I can say is that this book was a mystery to me and did keep me on the edge of my seat but also in the time I was trying to figure things out, I got fantastic characters and relationships and I loved every minute of this.

My love is savage and rapacious. It isn’t content to touch. It wants to be inside, crawl into the marrow, caress each vein until the cells are all mixed up and there is no you and me anymore, no secrets or shadows sliding between our skin. Only this endless devouring of each other. The ouroboros we call us.

Melting all over again.

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