It happened like this. I was stolen from an airport. Taken from everything I knew, everything I was used to. Taken to sand and heat, dirt and danger. And he expected me to love him.
This is my story.
A letter from nowhere.
Warning: This review is full of rants and spoilers. Please proceed with caution.
Back when I first got a Goodreads page, I found out about this book and added it to my TBR list. The summary sounded intriguing, and I liked the ‘letter to my captor’ idea. Fast forward to last year, where I finally purchased a copy of the book, after adding and deleting it from my virtual shopping basket every now and then. And to now, where I finally picked up this book to read it.
In Stolen Gemma writes a letter to Ty, the man who kidnapper her from the airport in Bangkok. The man who took her to Australia, where he planned to live out the rest of his live with Gemma. Because he loved her, and he hoped that in time she would learn to love him back. But Gemma had other plans.
Oh god, I really did not like this book. In fact, the more I think about it, the more time I spend writing this review, I realise that I kind of hated it. At first, I thought it was an interesting book; finding out how Gemma got kidnapped from a busy airport, sympathising with her during that first couple of days in the farmhouse in Australia. But as the story progressed, and we got to know Ty better, I started to get so annoyed by this book.
First of all, we have the characters, as there are only two of them for the majority of this book. We have Gemma, a sixteen-year-old English girl; and Ty, a twenty-something guy who apparently has very blue eyes (who would have known? I mean it was only mentioned like a dozen times) and who is of course very hot. This guy. This handsome, totally not creepy guy drugged Gemma’s coffee, disguised her and got her on a different airplane with a fake passport. He then put her in the boot of his car and drove her to the middle of effing nowhere. He apparently had been stalking her for years, bought clothes and shoes that were exactly Gemma’s size. He knew everything about her, about her family, her friends, her life back in London. Honestly, the only likeable character, that I liked from beginning to end, was the damn camel. And the snake View Spoiler »that bit Gemma near the end of the book. « Hide Spoiler
But no, he didn’t kidnap her, he saved her. Pfff, if it had been a forty/fifty-year-old man everyone would have hated this book, but because the kidnapper is handsome everyone ‘forgives’ him. Even Gemma eventually started to fall for him. That’s called Stockholm Syndrome, and while I find it an interesting concept, I hate it. One of the genres for this book on Goodreads is romance. REALLY? There is no romantic part about this book at. all. Sure, Ty loves Gemma, he’s literally obsessed with her, but really? That’s what you call romance? I mean I’m not one to talk because I’m probably as aromantic as I am asexual but FFS people.
I really hoped that somewhere during this book, Gemma would realise how fucked up her situation was and would finally pick up that knife she’d kept since the beginning of the book to slit Ty’s throat and make her way back towards civilisation. View Spoiler »Eventually it took a snake bite for her to be brought to a mining site, but I think that if that would not have happened, Gemma would have never made it back to her parents « Hide Spoiler
One good thing about this was the writing, I really did enjoy it and I did get through this book really fast. It was written as a letter to Ty, and because of that, there was a dual narrative (the first person narrative of Gemma, and the second person narrative). I thought it was really well done, though I just couldn’t enjoy the story as a whole. I did give it two stars because the beginning was interesting and Gemma did try to get away from him throughout the majority of the book. But Ty was just cringe-worthy and I wanted to punch him so. many. times.
Anyway, I guess I wouldn’t really recommend this book to anyone unless you’re like me and you don’t fall for a handsome face just like that (sorry I don’t even know what I’m saying, please don’t read this book). Ehm, yeah, no.