Out of Reach by Carrie Arcos
How do you find someone who doesn’t want to be found? A girl searches for her missing addict brother while confronting her own secrets in this darkly lyrical novel. Rachel has always idolized her older brother Micah. He struggles with addiction, but she tells herself that he’s in control. And she almost believes it. Until the night that Micah doesn’t come home.
Rachel’s terrified—and she can’t help but feel responsible. She should have listened when Micah tried to confide in her. And she only feels more guilt when she receives an anonymous note telling her that Micah is nearby and in danger.
With nothing more to go on than hope and a slim lead, Rachel and Micah’s best friend, Tyler, begin the search. Along the way, Rachel will be forced to confront her own dark secrets, her growing attraction to Tyler…and the possibility that Micah may never come home.
My rating: 3.5 of 5 stars
I know Rachel’s story. I’ve lived bits of it: how you’ve got your anger and your hurt and this inability to comprehend why things so good at first go to shit so fast. Except things don’t actually happen fast, as she so clearly explains. Rather it’s choices that pile up on top of another and it’s knowing things then ignoring some of it when more convenient, when easier. What’s most accurate is her wanting out of things and wanting to wash her hands of the situation; then that feeling of relief that’s the one I grasp the most (sometimes, I feel like I’m still living that part of it.)
Out of reach is HONEST, painting an accurate picture of how those on the side are part of things though not completely. Most parts of it, (ignore that budding romance that’s obviously a sweet addition to lighten the load,) are right on. Seeing someone go from one thing then become something else and then wondering WHY. Contrast the then to the now, and see a striking difference that allows for even more confusion on how things could so drastically change. Then the guilt from her feeling she could have done more and how she feeling bad about certain other feelings. Then there’s the anger about how come she has to feel all these things and how come she’s the only one who seems left to deal with things.
It’s an authentic look because it’s not just the bad that you contend with, there’s the good too, the memories of the good, the things that link you to them. And of course there's,
”Life is not determined by ‘probablys’ and ‘would haves’”
because it really isn’t.
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