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Bred by Ginger Scott
A coming-of-age romance inspired by Great Expectations
She was also mad.
Not the kind of madness that’s readily apparent. No, her psychopathy was far more surgical—more…insidious. She was surrounded by beautiful things—most notably her grand piano and her adopted son, Henry.
I fell in love with both.
But we were just a game. Elena Alderman made the rules. And when she decided to change them, she broke everything.
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Reviewed by Stephanie
I have a very well loved copy of Dickens Great Expectations that I was gifted many years ago when I volunteered as a tween at a local hospital and to this day it remains one of my favorite books. I am always excited to read books inspired by classics because come on, who doesn’t love a classic? This book was very loosely based on Great Expectations, while there weren’t an overwhelming amount of similarities, I kind of didn’t mind because I loved that the author took it and made her own. She put some nice twists throughout the book that really fit and kept the story flowing smoothly.
Lily meets Henry when she goes with her aunt to apply for a job at the home of Elena Alderman, a very rich and powerful women who likes to play games with people’s emotions. Henry is Elena’s adopted son and they strike an interesting friendship when her aunt gets hired and Elena offers to help Lily with her piano lessons. Lily and Henry come from different worlds. The Aldermans live a life of abundance and privilege while Lily and her guardians struggle to make ends meet. Yet as the years go on Lily and Henry become closer, much to Elena’s dismay.
“A hypnotic gaze that stops my heart ever so briefly. It skips. I die, just for a breath. I die and I come back.”
Lily and Henry end up at the same elite boarding school and we follow them as they try and navigate through their teen years and feelings towards one another. Lily so obviously loved Henry and puts her heart out there time and time again for him. Henry was raised to guard his heart and to never love another, but how long can Elena be the puppet master pulling at strings with these two? Do they even stand a chance when someone is trying so hard to keep them apart? There is a lot of strength in both Lily and Henry as they try to figure out their place in between all the craziness that is thrown at them. Both started out pretty immature, but hey, they were super young but the growth they did together was tremendous and I loved that they had each other to help them through it all.
“This place is for secrets. And this shall be mine.”
This book started out a little slow. I think that was in part due to how young Lily and Henry were but it did pick up as we get further into it. I liked the dash of darkness in it and the book was a bit twisty and I enjoyed those aspects. I also loved to hate Elena, she was crazy as hell. There was a lot of drama, secrets and betrayal mixed in throughout the story and a good amount of angst. Overall it was a good read and a nice twist on Dickens classic, I enjoyed it.
“I also think maybe…maybe I’m a little in love with Henry Alderman.”
A coming-of-age love story inspired by Great Expectations
“You know this stuff…” he starts, but I interrupt with an emphatic shake of my head. When his fingers splay out over my back I freeze. I follow the path my book takes back to the place it started in front of me as Henry slides it in place, flipping open to the chapter I’m trying to memorize. Knelt down next to me, he leans closer, resting his right arm next to my left one—we are touching.
I swallow. I’m going to fail. I cannot memorize something like the varied historical degrees of differences between a Protestant hell and a Lutheran one while the master of all hotness is sharing a desktop with me. My arm hairs are literally electric, standing up and reaching to plant themselves in his skin. I’ve gone completely primal—my body convinced that I am the gatherer in need of this hunter.
“Look,” he says, leaning in even closer and reaching to flip the pages. I barely register the movement of his thumb under a bold section of words. When his eyes catch mine still stuck on his face, I jump in my seat a little.
“Sorry,” I say, clearing my throat. “I’m just overwhelmed. Maybe a little slow, too, from being in here so long.”
It’s partly true, but I’m also just crushing. Crushing—that’s what Nicki calls it. She rolls her eyes every time she catches me doing it too, then labels it with that word. I crush in the dining area. I crush between classes when Henry pokes my arm with his index finger as we pass in the halls. I crush when I watch him sprint across the lawn every day at three in the afternoon, late for rowing. It’s literally become how I know it’s three o’clock! My body just instinctually glides toward my window at exactly 2:59. Pathetic!
At this point, we should just say that I’m crushed rather than crushing. Crushed and utterly destroyed of all pride.
I am gatherer.
“What you need to do is make up a rhyme. Something that will help you keep all of the key words in your brain so when it comes time to write them down in order, you’ll have them there.”
I draw in my lips and let the acid climb up my throat.
“I don’t even understand that. Ugg, I’m hopeless,” I say, letting my head fall flat against the book. I bounce my forehead there lightly while I eke out a desperate laugh at my own expense.
“You aren’t hopeless.” I feel the warm breath from his chuckle and smell the mint of his gum, and it’s intoxicating enough without his touch, so when the warm hand slides the hair from my cheek I go full hypnosis. His fingers trace my jaw, and my head lifts from the light pressure of his hold. For a moment, I believe in myself just because of the look in his eyes when our stares meet. He’s dead serious—and God, the way he’s looking at me, hair all tousled, smile soft and true, cheeks lifted as if they’re glad to see me.
Like a drunk, I lean closer, my lips parting and ready—my mind imagining everything I’m about to feel—Henry’s mouth on mine, the graze of teeth against my lips, us standing as his arms sweep around my back before his hands rush up my spine into my own messy hair.
None of that happens.
I get an inch away from his mouth, my eyelids fluttering with nerves and uncertainty whether they should close or remain open, and Henry turns a few inches to his left, stiffening and backing away just enough to keep me from making this worse—as if I can make this worse somehow. The rush of heat that coats me isn’t from passion—it’s from humiliation. My eyes remain open just long enough to see the movement in his neck as he clears his throat. His soft smile is replaced with a hard line, drawn under the pity that slants his eyes.
I think I understand hell a little better now. It helps that I’m in it.
“I’m just tired. I…” Why I try to speak, I don’t know.
“It’s fine.” His voice is laced with discomfort. In one blink I erased everything that was easy between us. All because of my damn fantasies.
Fine. That word—so short, so four-lettered. Such a lie. I ruined everything.
About Ginger Scott
Ginger Scott is an Amazon-bestselling and Goodreads Choice Award-nominated author of several young and new adult romances, including Waiting on the Sidelines, Going Long, The Hail Mary, Blindness, How We Deal With Gravity, This Is Falling, You and Everything After, The Girl I Was Before, Wild Reckless, Wicked Restless, In Your Dreams, The Hard Count, Hold My Breath, A Boy Like You, A Girl Like Me, Memphis and Cry Baby.
A sucker for a good romance, Ginger’s other passion is sports, and she often blends the two in her stories. (She’s also a sucker for a hot quarterback, catcher, pitcher, point guard…the list goes on.) Ginger has been writing and editing for newspapers, magazines and blogs for more than 15 years. She has told the stories of Olympians, politicians, actors, scientists, cowboys, criminals and towns. For more on her and her work, visit her website at http://www.littlemisswrite.com.
When she’s not writing, the odds are high that she’s somewhere near a baseball diamond, either watching her son field pop flies like Bryce Harper or cheering on her favorite baseball team, the Arizona Diamondbacks. Ginger lives in Arizona and is married to her college sweetheart whom she met at ASU (fork ’em, Devils).
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