Dorothy moves to a small town called Highland Park and meets bad boy Joey. Told to stay away by her friends, Dorothy chooses not to listen not realizes that she is about the embark on a emotional roller-coaster with her new boyfriend.
Joey lives in a home in which he witnesses domestic violence day after day. Looking to the bottle and Dorothy as his only relief, Joey must decide to take control over his life or let it kill him and lose Dorothy.
When I finished this book, I was upset; pissed off to be exact.
Here are a few reasons why:
1. Mentioned several times in the book Dorothy says her name has nothing to do with the Wizard of Oz.
2. Just because you call a Dunkin’ Donuts Munchkinland does not give this book credit to be Oz. There are no other references, characters, even placement that comes close to me thinking I love the modern world play on Oz.
3. Dorothy has a great home. This isn’t about her. It’s about Joey. Although the book is told in both their points of view (which I liked), Dorothy lives in a great home and does not have to fear for her life or her mother’s.
The writing style was ridiculous. The author wrote Joey’s words as poetry, smooth, thoughtful, and lucid. She wrote Dorothy’s words as a boring teenager who had no personality. None at all.
Finally, the ending . . wow. The author just stops; no resolution, no closure, however you want to say it, it wasn’t there. How do you write about something as powerful as domestic violence and completely drop the ball when the reader (me) needs to know if Joey will be okay. I’m supposed to assume that? No. I shouldn’t make assumptions as a reader unless there is a part two.
I feel the author was a bit lazy with the book. Yes, I understand that this is a true story but there was an ending to that story and there was probably a lot more rawness to it.