Book Review: The Truth by Jeffry W. Johnston

The Truth by Jeffry W. Johnston


Published: February 16th 2016 by Sourcebooks Fire


Lie, torture, kill—there’s nothing Chris and Derek wouldn’t do for their younger brothers…

When Chris wakes up tied to a chair in a dark basement, he knows that he’s trapped—and why. He shot and killed Derek’s little brother. He had his reasons, but no matter how far Derek goes to uncover the truth about that night, Chris’s story won’t change. It can’t. There is far too much at stake…

Derek is desperate to prove his brother didn’t deserve to die. And if kidnapping his brother’s killer is the only way to the truth, than he’ll go to extremes. But Chris’s truth is far more dangerous than Derek could have imagined, and knowing could cost both their lives…


At a mere 240 pages this book packs a serious punch. Excellent use of tight and concise prose ensuring every single word matters.

The story is rooted around family and loyalty to those we love. Yes, it is a very, very dark story but it is absolutely poignant and riveting at the same time.

Chris is a seemingly mundane sixteen year-old…As we learn more about him we see that he is everything but ordinary. In his short life he has been delivered many devastating and life changing blows. His heroic father lost his life in the line of duty. After his beloved protector and police officer father has left this world, Chris is left with the responsibility of being the man of his house and tending to both his mother and younger brother.

Ever the protector, Chris responds to a noise in the kitchen in the middle of the night. An incident with the burglar leaves Chris with the weight of knowing he has ended the life of another young adult.

The book begins when Chris wakes up in a room bound to a chair with the older brother of the boy he killed wanting answers. With the threat of his fingers being cut off by garden shears, Chris has to tell the truth about what really happened that night.

The story is told from a ‘past’ and ‘present’ tone and it works fantastic for the nature of this story.

A stunning read that must be experienced.

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Book Review: The Memory Jar by

The Memory Jar by Elissa Janine Hoole


Published: April 8th 2016 by Flux


Since the accident, Taylor’s memory has been fuzzy. But at least she’s awake. Who knows what her boyfriend, Scott, will remember when he comes out of the coma. Will he remember that Taylor was driving the snowmobile when it crashed? Will he remember the engagement ring? Her pregnancy?

Will he remember that she tried to break up with him?

Taylor doesn’t know. And she doesn’t know if she wants him to remember. Plenty of things happened that night and before—secrets wrapped in secrets—that she’d prefer be forgotten.

Facing choices she’d rather ignore, Taylor searches for something more solid than whispers and something bigger than blame to face the future and forgive herself.

ReviewHeartbreak, rememberance, moving on and growing up are some of the components weaved into this beautiful book. The Memory Jar is not a light read by any means.

We feel deeply for Taylor, our flawed protagonist. We both root and resent her. She deals with her monumental amounts of secrets and grief in private. Whilst navigating through her emotions, she learns both the truth and consequences of her actions.

Simply stunning prose. This was my first experience reading Hoole’s work and it certainly won’t be my last.

What an adventure!

Thank you, NetGalley for the review copy.

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Poetry: A Gift

A Gift

The canvas of stars

Brilliant lights in the sky


Gifts and questions

Maps and mazes

Exchanged between the old and new

Between living and the dead

Souls defined by what they have been made to bare

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Poetry: Music


The enlightened live for music.

These people seek it out anywhere they can.

The people who can’t imagine a life without it.


The great uniter.

An incredible force.

Something that people who differ on everything can relate too.

Music is a constant.

That’s why we have such a strong visceral connection to it.

A song can you take back.

Instantly to a moment.

A place.

A person.

No matter what else changes.

In you.

In your world.

The songs stay the same.

Just like that moment.

What it meant for you.

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The hardest part, we will never be friends as we were before. Not after all of this. We fought to let go, we fought to hold on. Once we were best friends. Now the only place you remains that is my memories.

From strangers to everything. What was easy, fun, natural is now gone. I’ll never have that person back. Who I knew better than anyone and who knew me so well.

Forever mourning what once was

The end of the era of us has came. Neither of us came out unscathed. Were better for having withstood the battle.

Love and trust go away. Feelings fade.

Yet, now I am stuck with memories still trying to define something that was never clear in the first place

Fairy tales and the almighty happy ending have warped our perceptions. We perpetually believe because our story didn’t have a happy ending it didn’t serve purpose or meaning.

The bitter truth is there are very few happy endings in life, and endings shouldn’t take away from the value of what once was, and what will always exist in memories. In school are our teachings lessened because the course is over? Never. We learn what we are meant to in the time given and we push forward with what we have learned.

We love deeply and fiercely, we grieve for our love just as deeply.

Every betrayal we have endured has brought us further to the person we are meant to become. The tragedies we are faced with bond and mold us, teardrops brand us and show us who we are. People move in and out of our lives, as often as trains visit and depart stations. These people plant seeds of change within us, the sting of betrayal or the sweetness of love inevitably make us see the world different.

It’s okay to miss someone from afar. To ache for a friendship that no longer is, perhaps in truth a friendship you no longer want. To still cry at night over things that can’t be changed. To look back on memories and feel the crushing pain of a broken heart knowing these memories, these times, these people will never be seen again. Weakness is not something that shows we lacks strength, instead, it is our humanity proclaiming its existence in its most primitive form.

Cry over what was. Miss someone until your heart feels as though it will burst. You are human. Just because you no longer want what was, doesn’t mean it was less significant. It made you who you are, even if you can’t see it.

Even though life never brought us together in the end, I’m still glad you were part of my story.

Something good remains from this goodbye.

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