UnEmbraceable Review

I recently read a new novel by Precarious Yates.  Although I’ve known her for a while, I’ve yet to find time to read her novels, but when I found myself between books (waiting for a sequel to a book I’d just read to arrive in the mail), I bought Precarious’ new release, UnEmbraceable, to read while I waited.  Oh my gosh, I was hooked from the very first page!

Unembraceable Cover

About UnEmbraceable:

Leonard, a computer programmer, has a unique gift: by words alone he can calm violent situations. Which is helpful with all these kids running around the streets behaving like zombies. He has his own set of sorrows to face, but he’s prepared for anything. Anything except Tamar, and the thunderous inkling that she will be his wife. This doesn’t make any sense to Leonard. She stole his wallet. And his heart.

Painful circumstances ripped family and stability from Tamar’s grasp, but with gutsy tenacity she faces life head on. Meeting the gorgeous and single Leonard changes everything. But surely a guy like him would never fall for a girl of the streets like her.

 

I won’t rehash that.  You know that there are two main characters in this novel, Tamar and Leonard.  Leonard is a good, clean-cut Christian man (someone I could easily fall for!), and Tamar is a prostitute and thief.  Yet, God wants Leonard to marry Tamar.

Leonard couldn’t stop thinking about her, even though she stole his wallet.  She stole more than that, his heart.  Tamar couldn’t stop thinking about Leonard and how she’d stolen from this man who was nothing but kind to her.  They both new they were supposed to be together, but Tamar couldn’t bring herself to fully trust that.  Who would want a woman like her? How could she heal and let herself love a man?

In UnEmbraceable, we see just how much pain Tamar has been through.  She was abused at a young age.  Her mom had died, leaving her without a family, and so she had been thrown into foster care.  Every foster family had abused her in some way, and eventually she ran away, looking for a way to survive.  And that way was through theft and prostitution.  Something even more horrible than that happened to her, and it had caused her to be the way she was.  It had stripped her dignity, purity, and left her empty.  I cried when I read some of the things that she had gone through.

She meets Leonard again, and the two of them hit it off well. He’s forgiven her, but she can’t forgive herself.  The story is about finding forgiveness and letting yourself love.  But more than that, it’s a statement about how foster care can ruin lives by human trafficking, abuse, or kids having to prostitute themselves just to make a living after they run away.

I loved that this had a political feel because now, I want to do something about the terrible situations some girls/boys find themselves in.  And we can never truly understand just how hard it is for kids to bounce back from this.

I urge you to pick up this novel today.  Read it, let it soak in.

There is a subplot in the novel about a drug causing kids to act like zombies, which I really liked too, and I felt like Precarious Yates did a fantastic job of using that to break up the tension of Tamar’s life.  It can get heavy, and it can get dark.  But it’s important that we read this book and learn just how hard life can be for teens who have to deal with this.

Rarely does a book make me cry multiple times, and this one did.  I honestly think everyone should read this book.  (mature) Young Adults and Adults alike!

 

**Note, this does have some violence in it, so those with kids under fifteen, you may want to read this before you let them read it.**

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