Stolen isn't a romance and for 90% of the novel, Gemma is constantly trying to run away from Ty, to escape her predicament. You see, this book is such a mind-fuck (excuse my language, but there is really no other better way to put it) because on one hand, you despise Ty for stealing Gemma, for taking her away from her home, for stalking her for so many years, for making her life miserable but, at the same time, I despised Gemma whenever she destroyed Ty's art, when she hurt him with her words, when she mocked him and his love for his desert, when she failed to even try to understand him the way he so obviously understood her. I think, more than anything, I was confused while reading this, which is what you're supposed to feel. I only really fell in love with Stolen seven pages from the end until then, I was on the fence.
Stolen is a novel of abduction, but it is also a novel of hope and faith and beauty. When I went into it, I was almost expecting an eventual romance, but there is none and I'm glad there isn't. I do want to say, however, that Stolen was not what I expected. I just need to let this book sit and saturate into me, every part of me because it can and it will and I will let it. I literally just put down Stolen and my can't think.
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