I reread the "Dreamer" section of RRR again last night. I wanted to cry and scream and throw things at Hermit simultaneously. I want to drag his ass out of LA and plant him back in Nevada. I want to lock him in a rehab somewhere.
You said something in him changed that night. That broke my heart all over again. I barely know him and I love/hate him. I guess you describe him so well. Of course he's capable of deceit, hell, even I thought he was Mr. Innocent til I read your book. Actually, until I found out about what he did to you. Yeah, that's when I wanted to help him.
Then I found out about his friends. The substances. I wanted to open his eyes. To wake him up.
But dreamers don't wake up.
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