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review 2018-01-05 15:19
Foxes - Suki Fleet

This was an amazing book to start 2018 off with. I shouldn't be surprised after my previous experience with Suki Fleet. But Foxes really, truly, is an amazing story and one that I think will stay with me. I fell in love after the first few pages and got drawn in.


I love so much about it. But like other reviews have said, Danny is the number one thing to love about this book. He's such a lovable character. I don't actually remember how long it took for me to love him, but I know it wasn't long. Reading a book in the POV of such a wonderful, caring character was such a pleasure.


And watching him and Micky fall in love was another amazing thing about this book. My heart is so full after reading it.

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review 2018-01-04 17:18
Falling by Suki Fleet 4 Star Review
Falling - Suki Fleet

Josh's idea of a romance is curling up alone and reading a novel with a happily ever after. He’s made his flat a safe haven where the walls are covered with beautiful words and his living room ceiling is a map of the universe.

Angus may be shy and inexperienced, but he's incapable of hiding anything, especially his attraction to his older neighbor.

When Josh admits to Angus that he’s gay, he doesn't expect Angus’s reaction. Angus’s obvious interest terrifies Josh. For years he’s managed to keep the world at arm’s length and avoid getting too close to anyone. Well, anyone except Eleanor, Angus’s mother, who helped Josh rebuild his life after he was hospitalized for depression. But Josh still thinks he’s broken. His past has left scars he thinks are too deep to heal. Despite Josh’s defenses, Angus begins to mean more to him than just the cute boy next door. If Josh can take a risk and let someone into his isolated world, he might have a chance for a real-life happy ending.



A really lovely romance that deals tenderly with depression while simply making it a part of the Josh and not defining him.

You got to love Angus who goes after what he wants. 

A great friends to lovers romance with all the right touches. Complex secondary characters, excellent pacing, and an abiding love between the heroes.

So good!

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review 2017-03-22 18:00
Review: "Te Quiero" by Suki Fleet
Te Quiero - Suki Fleet


~ 4 stars ~

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review 2016-08-16 17:07
Falling - Suki Fleet

I'm pretty new to Suku Fleet's books. I've read one other one and have been meaning to read more ever since. I'm glad I chose this as my second read of hers because it's the type of book I normally read. Sad and heavy at times, with some sweet moments and some steam.

I love the writing. Suki Fleet's writing is beautiful and always sucks me in. This book is in first person present tense, which I know will put some people off. But if that doesn't bother you and you like deeper books, then I would definitely recommend taking a chance on this.

Josh, our MC, was a little hard to like in the beginning. He grew on me over the course of the book. I ended up loving him. Josh is a survivor. He survived crippling mental illness that left him unable to cope with day to day life. It led him to multiple attempts to end it all, until he finally got the help he needed. But even after getting that help, he wasn't fully there.

Angus won me over almost immediately. He was such a sweet guy and I really liked his personality. He had his struggles, too, but was genuinely a really sweet person.

I loved the two of them together, when Josh finally gave in and admitted he liked Angus. Seeing their relationship develop filled me with hope.

I'm really looking forward to reading more from this author. I think I'm onto a new favourite of mine!

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review 2016-07-15 12:37
The best of Suki
Wildflowers - Suki Fleet

Everything I love in Suki is here. Another great “cachito” of hers.

When I first began this book, it was off to me. I believed this would come to a terribly unhappy ending, with Sam being sick and walking alongside Death until the very moment when he would join her forever.

Then I felt this was going nowhere, that Xavi’s actions were an undeniable proof that this love story was never meant to happen. That there never was a “they” so “they” would never exist.


But somehow there is this turn of events and this book touched my inner core in such a way that I cannot grasp entirely.

It’s a “typical” Suki Fleet story. There is everything I love in her: very young hopeless social outcasts, disabilities, hospital scenes, pandora-boxes secrets that are revealed very late into the story. And pure angst. And true love.

Which means that I should have already had time to get used to her, that I should have been expecting this treacherous blow. It was a proper sucker punch, and I was not prepared for it.

At first I didn’t think it was possible. At first I couldn’t see it happening. At first I was this trusting young girl who was led into a magical world where in truth nothing is otherworldly.

Until it was.

I’ve not known Suki for that long. I read the first book a year and a half ago. But somehow, I’ve grown up with her. Somehow, I’ve learnt to see misfits under a different light, I’ve learnt to see under the surface. The sensibility she shows in every book of hers is addictive of a kind. And the study of character is so inspiring and beautiful I’ve fallen under her spell a way too often.

This time, it was the other way around, I’ve remembered things from my past and seen them written here. Being shaped into words. Seeing them in the inked form like this has done something deep inside me. It’s not that any of this has happened to me on any personal level, but Suki made it feel that way. Made it feel personal.

The hospital is the turning point in the story. Or, better said, it was that so-close-to-the-end-of-life situation which changed everything for me. Since that moment on, I was so invested in the characters I felt every emotion of theirs in my very bones.

The thrilling brutal feeling of loneliness, of despair, of apprehension. The maze of shadowed corridors, the cheap curtains, the need to get onto the bed and hug that person you hold dear behind the nurses’ watchful eyes and everybody else’s backs.

The scene in the shower.

The flashbacks in the commune and OMG I hate flashbacks but here I drank them all as if they were all the water left in the desert. The red book in a foreign language. The dead bird. The tiny rabbits. The longing glances and the misguided regrets. The terrible past mistakes. The rejection and the denial. The self-inflicted pain. The defeat and the sense that there is no alternative possible. That there is no way out.

And the omelette being turned upside-down. And the sense that now, everything is possible. That there are oh-so-many doors to be opened. I just wasn’t paying attention.

And that “they” that indeed exists.

My Physics teacher was close to be a victim in a car accident. He said he imagined his body flying through the front glass and began making calculations in his head. The velocity, the kinetic energy turning into potential energy, taking into consideration the various forms of friction which would change the trajectory of his body.

I have mostly forgotten maths at this stage of my life.

But I keep thinking in other ways that aren’t exactly meant to be.

But they are there.

The non-said scenes.

Like the doctor looking at you in the eyes and saying “dialysis 3 times a week 4 hours each until there is a kidney available”. Going to that room full of sofas (or beds for those unable to sit) and connecting your measured “blood cleaner” tin directly to your vein-artery fistula. Young people usually choose the peritoneal dialysis, which gives an independency of sorts. Because spending so much time napping surrounded by strangers whose faces begin to seem familiar after a week or two is not something you really are looking forward to.

It’s not random it’s 3 times a week. It’s just the minimum of times you need your blood cleaned in order to function properly. It would be ideal going everyday. But nobody can bear that rhythm. Normally it’s a routine of Monday-Wednesday-Friday. Or a Tuesday-Thursday-Saturday if you don’t really care about wasting your weekend in the hospital.

Weekends are the worst, it’s a three-day skip instead of two. It’s when people break their diet (I met a nutritionist who was so badass he liked to ring his patients on Saturdays). There are more incidents on Sundays. People die on Sundays.

And Mondays usually mean a “penalty” of an extra hour with your blood circulating out of your body. Because you overstepped in that party with your friends, or you drank/ate something you weren’t supposed to ingest.

Depression is not unusual. Not because of this unforgiving routine, but also because your blood quality is not exactly the best.

At this stage everybody dreams with a kidney that is not theirs. And all the meds that that entails. In my country, the length of time spent in the waiting list is between 6 months and 6 years, the average being 2 years. And I’m talking about one of the global leaders in organ transplants.

It’s something I wish upon nobody on Earth. Just imagining this to happen to Sam makes my heart wrench. Just imagining this to happen to Xavi makes my heart wrench. Yes, I know life is not fair generally speaking, but they are so young, so full of possibilities, that the simple idea infuriates me to no end.

I loved the random-but-not-so-random display of kindness. They gave me hope. When a total stranger helps you because she knows someone helps her loved ones in a faraway place. When the unconditional love from the parents who had missed their son and couldn’t find a way to “find” him, to make him come back, envelops around the characters like a warm blanket. When Xavi didn’t resign himself to let Sam go, not when he leaves him behind, not when he comes to say goodbye, not when his flame is so close to be extinguished.

It’s a kind of magic. Having a meh book in your hands and suddenly, the Midas touch turning it into gold. Because this book really shines, with a light that gets stronger and stronger, and you can only think about holding it and listen to it crackle into the infinite.

It hurts but it heals.

This story is a Phoenix. Everything is doomed before starting. Everything is hopeless. The Phoenix dies. And the flame reawakens full force. This cleansing fire is so real it was close to be a lifelong experience.

Thank you for writing, Suki.


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