Sometimes we just need to change our perspective.Įven though the moral of this book is relatively positive and reassuring, there are still some parts/behaviors Masen has that I don’t and will never feel comfortable seeing. Every burn of every light inside every house I see when I look down from the rooftop has a story. The world isn’t always what’s right in front of you, you know? It’s below, it’s above, it’s out there somewhere. Not only does the story revolves around solving the mystery that is Misha, who disappears all of a sudden after keeping in touch with Ryen for seven years, and this mysteriously broody guy, Masen, who enters Ryen’s life out of nowhere, but also sheds light on some dirty secrets in the society where they try to survive. To the outsiders, this book may sound like a plain enemies-to-lovers dark romance based on its synopsis however, it is so much more, in my opinion. What is she going to think tomorrow when she finds out her best friend stabbed her in the back and looked her in the eye doing it? Hearing her words and seeing her eyes tonight, that moment when she broke, I hated myself. My love-and-hate relationship with this book stems from the morally gray main characters, Misha, Masen & Ryen, and it’s been quite an emotional roller coaster while reading their story. Hmm…where to begin? Punk 57 is my first read from Penelope Douglas, and I kinda like it but kinda dislike it at the same time. (From: Goodreads) ***Actual Rating: 4/5 Torturing Stars***Īlone, Empty, Fraud, Shame, Fear, Close your eyes, there’s nothing to see out here. Or right under my nose, and I wouldn’t even know it. I should’ve gotten his number or picture or something. Did he die? Get arrested? Knowing Misha, neither would be a stretch. Name’s Ryen, loves Gallo’s pizza, and worships her iPhone.

Until I run across a photo of a girl online. No social media, no phone numbers, no pictures. She’s the only one who keeps me on track, talks me down, and accepts everything I am. Sometimes there’s one a week or three in a day, but I need them. Her letters are always on black paper with silver writing. Whether or not Eminem is the greatest rapper ever…Īnd that was the start. And in no time at all, we were arguing about everything. It didn’t take long for us to figure out the mistake. My teacher, believing Ryen was a boy like me, agreed. Thinking I was a girl, with a name like Misha, the other teacher paired me up with her student, Ryen. In fifth grade, my teacher set us up with pen pals from a different school. I can’t help but smile at the words in her letter.

Misha punk 57