Robin York a.k.a. Ruthie Knox
Grade: A+
Genre: New Adult
Sex scenes: hot
Source: NetGalley
Caroline & West: (1) Deeper, (2) Harder
YA Reading Bingo Challenge 2014: A book that made you cry
Warning: intentionally crude language ahead.
Caroline Piasecki was always the
good girl: a good daughter to her widower father, a good student planning to
follow her father into the law and a good girlfriend of three years to her
high-school boyfriend. That is, until she broke up with Nate the summer before
she returned to Putnam for her sophomore year in what she thought was an
amicable break-up. When her naked pictures are suddenly all over the Internet attached
with her name, home town and college, Caroline’s knows her good girl status is
lost forever. Instead, she’s a slut, a whore, a dirty bitch who deserves what’s
coming to her. That’s what the anonymous messages all echo and what the refrain
in her head drums repeatedly like a broken record: she deserved it.
Knowing that her best friend
Bridget has her back, Caroline begins a one-woman campaign to erase her name
and image from the Internet – to little avail. Overnight, she’s become scared
to look any guy in the eye in case he’s seen her sucking Nate’s dick, scared
over the now-monumental decision of what shirt to wear in the morning in case
she looks like a slut asking for it, but most of all, terrified of the day that
her father finds out about the pictures and the inevitable disappointment that will
follow. The last person Caroline expects support from is bad-boy West Leavitt.
Her neighbour in freshman year, Caroline has been under strict instructions from
her father to stay well away from West, despite her fierce attraction to him. He
has a reputation as a dealer and when he punches Nate allegedly over derogatory
comments made against her, Caroline is horrified: she doesn’t need any more
bad-press.
West makes Caro realise that she
can’t try to undo what’s already been done – only accept it and work to
overcome her fears. He makes her confront her true feelings and as they spend sleepless
nights at the bakery where he works night shifts, time with their mutual
friends Bridget and Krishna and constantly texting wishing they were in each
other’s company, all the while being firmly not-friends, Caro is slowly able to
come to terms with the harm that has been done to her. Against their will, both
Caro and West find themselves sinking deeper into each other’s skin until ‘just
friends’ is a mockery of what their relationship has become and they’re both
forced to re-evaluate their feelings for each other and figure out exactly what
they want – and need.
Deeper is utterly, utterly breathtaking. Under her New Adult
pseudonym, Ruthie Knox snatches the words out of my mouth and I can’t find the
right words to do Deeper justice. I’m
not a huge fan of New Adult with the minimal interaction that I’ve had with the
genre, but Deeper almost persuades me
to read nothing else but New Adult for the rest of my life, so long as Ruthie
Knox writes it. If that’s not a declaration of true love, then I’m not sure
what is.
It took me less than two days to
devour Deeper and I’m already feeling
the loss like a punch in the gut. I started writing this portion of the review
immediately after reading the last line, at break-neck speed at almost two in
the morning so that I can get down my gut reaction and not lose it in the
aftermath. After winning the coveted prize of my favourite new-author of 2013,
Ruthie Knox has shown that practice clearly makes perfect. The four books that
I read last year were all fantastic, but their nature as contemporary comedy
romances meant that they were mostly light-hearted and a fun, fluffy read. Deeper has its funny moments, but like
much of the genre, it’s dark and gritty and strikes hard at a problematic
social issue in a way that squeezes at your heart and steals your breath in the
process. This is the epitome of poignancy.
Romance Novels for Feminists wrote a fantastic review of the way Deeper tackles revenge porn, its
feminist undertones and how Ruthie Knox simultaneously embraces and rejects certain
tropes of the new adult genre. I really can’t put it any better and I don’t
even want to try because I know I won’t do it the same justice. It’s a
thought-provoking read and so take a look, but here are a few of my own
thoughts.
Just as Blue-Eyed Devil was a touching story dealing with the realities of
domestic violence, Deeper forces the
reader to confront the harsh reality of revenge porn and the associated
physical and psychological harm suffered by its victims. Much of the abuse
Caroline receives mirrors the abuse hurled at rape victims that continue to
perpetuate rape myths and prison these women in a damaging bubble of abuse from
her perpetrator, the media, the criminal justice system and the judgemental
society around her. Ruthie Knox tackles
these issues head-on and it’s brave and refreshing. West might seem insensitive
at times, but it gives Caroline a much-needed wake-up call in confronting where
the blame lies. Slut-shaming paints a damning picture of women and
unfortunately, it says more about society than the women it purports to blame. Caroline
is a confident, logical and ambitious student aiming for a career in law until
Nate’s actions destroy her self-confidence. It’s heart-rendering to read and it
pains me to see that society has forced Caroline to be the one at fault. The
following is one of my favourite passages where Caroline realises that being a
victim doesn’t mean she’s weak or guilty of any wrongdoing and that she has the
power to decide her own fate:
“It’s the
strangest thing, because I’m not drunk, and I’m not traumatized, and I’m not
crazy.
“I’m not a
dumb cunt.
“I’m not a
slut, I’m not frigid, I’m not a disappointment.
“I’m just a
girl who did a shot off the train tracks, high-fiving her friends, savouring
the warmth spreading down her throat and into her stomach.”
As the above extract proves,
Ruthie Knox is a great storyteller. One of my lecturers once described that of
Lord Denning, a notorious judge amongst law students of the common law world.
Lord Denning had an endearing way of mixing up short and long sentences,
creating almost a work of fiction in painting a story of the facts of a case to
the reader. This is something I love about Ruthie Knox and haven’t properly appreciated
until Deeper. It’s a powerful,
realistic way of storytelling and in some places, is so beautiful it breaks my
heart.
I’m stretching my RBC rules
slightly with this one. It was initially my New Adult read on the Romance RBC
list, all the way until the last page when (shocker) I cried. It takes a lot to
make me cry at a book. I can tear up quite readily at a film or a television
programme, but it’s a Herculean task when it comes to books. There have been
great authors that have tried and failed and while some of my favourite books
regularly feature as Tearjerkers on AAR’s lists devoted to the sub-genre, I’ve
ploughed my way through them and come away with a dry eye. I know for a fact
that there have been books that have
made me cry, but it’s been so long and so far between that I can’t actually
recall any of them. This category was going to take something special and for
many reasons including this one, Deeper
is that special book. Deeper is that
one New Adult book that you must read and if you only seek out one book based
on my reviews this year, make it Deeper.
I am so, so hyped for Harder. Not only because I love how
dirty the titles sound, but Deeper
has firmly swept away the competition and taken the number one spot in my
favourite books this year as Ruthie Knox continues to blow my mind. I’ll admit
to mixed feelings. Given the ending of Deeper,
I need another book to glue the shattered pieces of my heart back together. But
in my experience, writing as fantastic as what Ruthie Knox has crafted doesn’t
grow on trees and I’m automatically wary of another book in case it doesn’t
live up to my (sky-high) expectations. I’ll read it anyway but I’ve (unfortunately)
learnt to deal with the reality of disappointing sequels – I just hope that Harder isn’t one of them. July can't come fast enough.
Image courtesy of Fantastic Fiction.
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