This book grabbed me completely by surprise, because there is no real Stockholm Syndrome in it. It really wasn't what I was expecting and I found it original and completely refreshing. It's not perfect, but I enjoyed it a lot.
The history involves two completely opposite characters that stick/repel together like magnets. Lindsay and Valentine have nothing in common, and have a big age gap, they begin their relationship in surreal circumstances but each one provides what the other needs.
The book is centered in their disfunctional dependent relationship, the sex is explosive and kinky, giving only glimpses of the secondary characters and what happens around them, only in the end all blows up and the action takes place.
"I ain't scared. Not really. I mean...to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die" "Oh, fuck off" "I do not want the last song I ever hear to be fucking Morrisey" " "Yeah, it's the Smiths, actually"
The banter between them is brilliant, Valentine made me grin almost during the whole book, he is a little crazy annoying brat who gets attached to Lindsay, desperately trying to leave his abusing father and alcoholic mother, but he got under my skin, even with some horrible things he makes.
"Would you let me..use things on you?" " Things?" " Like. I don't know. Toys." "I'm guessing you ain't talking about Lego"
"Let me in you bastard, I'm freezing, my balls're the size if fucking Tic-Tacs"
"Leonardo, Michelangelo, Raphael..they got any Donatello here? Cos then we seen all the Turtles and we can go home"
P.S. Loved the cover too