Arsen by Mia Asher
One glance was all it took…
I'm a cheater.
I'm a liar.
My whole life is a mess.
I love a man.
No, I love two men…
One makes love to me. The other sets me on fire.
One is my rock. The other is my kryptonite.
I'm broken, lost, and disgusted with myself.
But I can't stop. This is my story.
My broken love story.
Elizabeth - 5 crowns
My heart is bleeding...
My mind is numb....
my soul is shredded....
That was one hell of a book...
Sooooo effen raw!
It was a freaking vortex of emotions, from despair to rage, from disgust to joy,
from butterflies to lust, and everything in between!
Well done Ms. Mia! I hate and Luv you!
Kelly - 5 crowns
Arsen is a deeply poignant, intense, titillating and thought provoking read that will play with your emotions like a puppeteer plays with string.
Mia Asher proves a strong new voice in the world of Contemporary Adult Romance.
Kelly - Perusing Princesses blog.
It’s difficult to know where to start with this review. My emotions are tattered and torn yet my booking loving soul devoured this until the early hours since I couldn’t tear myself away from it.
Glutton for punishment, maybe? Whatever.
I can honestly say, hand on heart, that as far as stories go, this one will stay with me for a very long time, therefore making it one of my best reads of 2013.
I loved it!
Actually, no, that’s not quite true.
There were moments where I died a little inside, cursed the author while trying desperately hard not to throw my kindle against my recently painted bedroom wall…but putting all that aside, this is what undoubtedly has created strong waves throughout the bloggers world and made Arsen, in all it’s illicit glory,
STAND OUT FROM THE CROWD!
Are you shitting me?
If this is Mia Asher’s first plunge into author territory, then she’s an absolute genius!
The magic for me with Arsen was the past and present tense scene structure, which created some real extraordinary moments. The story of how Cathy and Ben met and fell in love was truly heart-warming. Then, suddenly and without warning it switches back into present tense, differentiating the story’s vibe, giving it contrast and a bout of whiplash syndrome, it was as though I was reading two books simultaneously. A clever feat because my emotions wavered and warred, I didn’t know if I was coming or going from one moment to the next as I tried to get my head around Cathy’s indifference. I smiled, laughed, swooned, and fell deeply in love right alongside our heroine in those past scenes.
Ben. There is not much I can say about this man, except he is perfection personified. Every woman needs a Ben in her life. If we did, the world would be a beautiful place.
It was a real treat to play witness to some beautiful scenes between Girlfriend and boyfriend, then finally, Husband and Wife.
I gained strength from the first half. It covered me in a warm security blanket and I snuggled down – dedicating myself, in for the long haul. Even Arsen in these early scenes, titillated my bad side, with his spoilt rich boy arrogance and alpha male attitude, I seriously digged him and witnessed with fascination how he and Cathy became ‘just friends.’
Then, in the next breath… I was clutching my chest and crying my eyes out.
Experiencing the devastating loss of her fourth baby. Cathy snaps. Ben, forever the rock by her side, tells her he still loves her, and that everything will be okay. He’s too perfect; too supportive to a woman who feels no self-worth, her soul completely destroyed, the last remnants of it expelling itself with that of her lost infant. Not woman enough to bear him a child. She sinks deep into the depths of chronic depression.
Arsen, her newfound friend is the only person who can seem to pull Cathy out from the darkness, as he shows her what it is to ‘forget’.
Like Cathy, Arsen became my Guilty Pleasure. It was impossible for me not to find some form of enjoyment within every forbidden scene, even though it went against every grain of my moral fibre. My code broken, Arsen…my new forbidden fruit. That was until guilty pleasure became my torment.
The first time I forgave them. The second and third made me question my own ethics, then by 70%, I think I wanted to book murder them both, especially Cathy!
At 75% I cried like a baby. All it took was one small paragraph, one open and closed quotation mark encased around three lonesome words, and my world, like Ben’s, shattered. My stomach hurt, my eyes produced tears, hands shaking…I needed to take a five-minute break as I regained composure in order to carry on. I had to. I needed to be there for Ben and see this story through to the end.
Through all of her mistakes and wrongdoings, I couldn’t seem to hate Cathy but that doesn’t mean I particularly liked her either, the woman needed help as she fell within those dark depths of chronic depression. She used her depression as a destructive outlet – anything to not feel the pain of her own unworthiness of the perfect Husband, and in this, Arsen became her reprieve. Her medicine. Her saviour. However, I hated her for what she did – for what they both continued to do. I cursed the ever loving shit out of Cathy and Arsen, simultaneously wanting to pound her face in with my kindle, because as gritty and upsetting love triangles can be, this took the ‘book figurative’ infidelity card, ripped it to shreds, stamped on it and gave it a big ‘Fuck You’!
Yet through it all, there was only one true victim…
One soul completely destroyed…
And Cathy was his catalyst.
She pulled the trigger and blew his heart and his soul to smithereens.
I cannot do a full plot overview, this is a broken love journey of epic proportions and every reader will experience it differently. Many will probably agree with my review, others not so much. I guess that is what’s so magic about a book that can elicit such strong emotions; everyone reacts to them differently. I can see why some would have problems rating this book, but for me, it was a clear-cut, no holds barred, 5-star winner.
My reasoning’s are simple…
I can’t get it out of my mind. I can’t get that fucking epilogue out of my mind. I swear my stomach still hurts because of it. But you know what… so what! It’s a work of impeccably written fiction that made me ‘feel’. It made me connect and how can I be mad at an author for doing what she set out to do…
Love Triangles will always be a taboo subject matter, yet what is so cataclysmic about this one is that Cathy’s reasons for cheating were completely unfounded. Cathy knew that Ben was perfect, but sometimes being perfect can have its flaws, in this case Cathy was it, she felt unworthy of him and I can’t say I blame her… she was fucking unworthy. Totally unworthy. Ben deserved better!
Arsen on the other hand… this is where I’m struggling. He was just as lost, just as tormented and broken and Cathy used that to her advantage because she saw herself in him, and as much as I disliked some aspects to Arsen’s character, I still can’t help but feel that he was the scapegoat – the go between, and a small part of me wishes this book ended very differently.
As they say, ‘what comes around goes around and Karma is a bitch!’