Gabriella Mason is damaged.
Teller Reddy is wrecked.
Misery loves company, and that’s exactly what Ella gets the afternoon her path crosses with Teller’s: the misunderstood premed student who instantly becomes her lifeline when she moves to Los Angeles, an attempt at escaping her heartbreaking past.
In the beginning, Lonely and Defensive complete each other. But in the end, their relationship is like broken glass—cutthroat and jagged.
Calling it off before they kill each other, Ella and Teller decide to “just be friends” despite the intensity that binds them together. It’s a delicate foundation rocked by tragedy, effectively destroying the illusion they’ve so carefully built.
Unable to deny what’s between them any longer, this is what happens when wrecked and damaged collide and close is still not close enough.
I’m not rating this book. I can’s rate this book. It was highly infuriating for me and I tried to quit reading it several times but I. Just. Kept. Coming. Back. As much as I hated the characters their story was highly engrossing. Their toxicity, intriguing. It was a very confusing read for me.
When I say I hated the characters I don’t mean I found them cloyingly sweet or annoyingly adorable. No. I freaking hated them. I found both Ella (Gabriella) and Teller irredeemable. Them together, while it felt somewhat inevitable, was the worst kind of toxic. The secondary characters were somewhat better, yet still maddening. The only characters I thought might be decent human beings were actually just as bad, if not worse than everyone else. If there is a single thing Mary Elizabeth got right with these characters, it was how passionately she made me feel about them.
The plotline of Closer was what kept pulling me back into the book. As frustrating as every second was, it was a wildly compelling story. Every second of waiting for the inevitable forest fire to burn out of control kept me returning, time and again to this book. Even now, as irritated as I am by Teller and Ella, I can not wait to get my hands on the next book in this series. Honestly, I am not sure if I want them to flame out spectacularly or if I want them to grow, heal, and become healthy functioning members of society. And THAT is the most fabulous part of this story. Not only and I completely unsure of how their story will end, I am also totally undecided on how I want it to end.
Mary Elizabeth is an up and coming author who finds words in chaos, writing stories about the skeletons hanging in your closets.
Known as The Realist, Mary was born and raised in Southern California. She is a wife, mother of four beautiful children, and dog tamer to one enthusiastic Pit Bull and a prissy Chihuahua. She’s a hairstylist by day but contemporary fiction, new adult author by night. Mary can often be found finger twirling her hair and chewing on a stick of licorice while writing and rewriting a sentence over and over until it’s perfect. She discovered her talent for tale-telling accidentally, but literature is in her chokehold. And she’s not letting go until every story is told.