Monday, November 30, 2020

REVIEW: Sparrow by L.J. Shen


Admittedly, I've had this novel on my Kindle for years and I've always meant to read it and somehow it continued to slip further down the list until it evaded my scrutiny. And thennnnnn, Leigh Shen wrote The Hunter and I knew that Sparrow was going to be one of my very next reads.

So here's the thing, when you've been reading a writer for years but you haven't read her early works, you never know if they're going to be up to the level of writing that you're used to. Right? I mean, maybe the first few novels were just mediocre as the writer found her voice. It's possible. I've come across a few instances of that. I'm happy to report that Sparrow doesn't belong in that category. While there are a few typos and maybe a few little things that weren't quite up to par, over all it was a really solid read. The characters of Troy and Sparrow were just as fun as all of Shen's characters are: mouthy badasses, who tear it up in the streets and the sheets. There's innocence and disdain and enemies and lovers and as per usual, when it comes to her novels, some really messed up scenarios that you just completely inhale because they're entertaining and so far removed from our normal lives that you just can't seem to stop reading. If that makes any sense?

Needless to say, but I'm gonna anyway, I'll be reading the other two early novels of hers that I've yet to read as I hungrily await the rest of the Boston Belles. After reading Sparrow, I'm really eager to get the goods on Sam. That's got to be a fascinating story.


Troy Brennan

Every Southie in Boston knows that name. The son of a dead mobster. The heart-throb with steel-blue eyes. "The Fixer" who can make or break you in this city.

Oh, and my new husband.

Sparrow Raynes

That's me. No one seemed to remember my name up until he barged into my life.
But then he caged me.
Kidnapped me.
And killed every chance I had to run away from the place where we grew up.
Put simply, Troy Brennan clipped my wings.

I have dreams, big ones, but I doubt he'll ever let me chase them. I have no idea why he decided to take me as his wife. But I do know this: pissing off this man will not do me any good. At all.

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