Author: Leah Raeder
Published by: Atria Books
Publication Date: April 28, 2015
It only took one moment of weakness for Laney Keating’s world to fall apart. One stupid gesture for a hopeless crush. Then the rumors began. Slut, they called her. Queer. Psycho. Mentally ill, messed up, so messed up even her own mother decided she wasn't worth sticking around for.
If Laney could erase that whole year, she would. College is her chance to start with a clean slate.
She's not looking for new friends, but they find her: charming, handsome Armin, the only guy patient enough to work through her thorny defenses—and fiery, filterless Blythe, the bad girl and partner in crime who has thorns of her own.
But Laney knows nothing good ever lasts. When a ghost from her past resurfaces—the bully who broke her down completely—she decides it's time to live up to her own legend. And Armin and Blythe are going to help.
Which was the plan all along.
Because the rumors are true. Every single one. And Laney is going to show them just how true.
She's going to show them all.
“I’m the bad girl with a handgun for a heart.”
I read Unteachable by Leah Raeder not too long ago and it blew me away. I love it so much, that I haven’t been able to write a coherent review. Now here I am again at a loss for words, so I’m going to keep this short.
Here’s the thing, Leah’s writing is so utterly gorgeous that I don’t feel like I can even adequately describe it. My words will never come close to conveying the beauty of hers. I just wanted to bury myself in Black Iris and read it over and over, absorbing every word.
Even though both Unteachable and Black Iris are amazing books, this is an entirely different beast. Black Iris is a fairly dark. I was not expecting the path Raeder took me down, but damn, was it good! Laney is set on vengeance, and oh man, did I ever love her twisted ways. It is one crazy, effed up ride that had me salivating for more. I always enjoy a good mindfuck. I don’t even want to get into details, because it’s something people just need to experience themselves.
So yes, I love Black Iris. Obviously. It has easily cemented Leah Raeder as a favorite author of mine, and now I’m seriously craving more of her writing.