REVIEW – PUNK 57 BY PENELOPE DOUGLAS
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Punk 57 sucked me right in from the get go. Misha and Ryen pen pal friends who have never met and then one night changes everything…
By chapter 4 I was already cursing and my heart rate was going thinking oh fuck me what’s going to happen. Chapter 4 peeps and I felt like gawd dammit, there is still so much more of this book left. What am I in for??
I continued to devour this. This book was full of drama, misunderstandings, “deception” (I use that term loosely and you will see why when you read it). I literally just read and read waiting for everything to implode between Misha and Ryen.
The relationship between both characters made me feel like I was watching a tennis match on steroids. Hot and cold, with the hot moments making me feel like it was 100 degrees and the cold moments feeling like I was in gawd damn Siberia.
At 69% I thought OHHHHH SHIT !!!!!!!!!!!!!! It’s fucking OVER, OH MY GAWD. I’m freaking out what the hell is going to happen now. I kept reading and reading. Completely captured in the story.
Then HOLY FUCK !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was shocked to my core. So much so that I screamed HOLY FUCK out loud and scared the shit out of the cat. I didn’t see it coming I wasn’t prepared and I am still reeling a bit from what was revealed.
This book was intense and at the end of it delivers a powerful message. Everything is not as it seems. Outward appearances and how one portrays themselves doesn’t necessarily give you the truth.
“We were perfect together. Until we met.”
I can’t help but smile at the words in her letter. She misses me.
In fifth grade, my teacher set us up with pen pals from a different school. Thinking I was a girl, with a name like Misha, the other teacher paired me up with her student, Ryen. My teacher, believing Ryen was a boy like me, agreed.
It didn’t take long for us to figure out the mistake. And in no time at all, we were arguing about everything. The best take-out pizza. Android vs. iPhone. Whether or not Eminem is the greatest rapper ever…
And that was the start. For the next seven years, it was us.
Her letters are always on black paper with silver writing. Sometimes there’s one a week or three in a day, but I need them. She’s the only one who keeps me on track, talks me down, and accepts everything I am.
We only had three rules. No social media, no phone numbers, no pictures. We had a good thing going. Why ruin it?
Until I run across a photo of a girl online. Name’s Ryen, loves Gallo’s pizza, and worships her iPhone. What are the chances?
F*ck it. I need to meet her.
I just don’t expect to hate what I find.
He hasn’t written in three months. Something’s wrong. Did he die? Get arrested? Knowing Misha, neither would be a stretch.
Without him around, I’m going crazy. I need to know someone is listening. It’s my own fault. I should’ve gotten his number or picture or something.
He could be gone forever.
Or right under my nose, and I wouldn’t even know it