It’s time for a ReRead Friday!!! So many times lately, I’ve been recommending You Get Full Credit For Being Alive by Cari Z. so I thought I’d better read it again since it’s been several years since I first did.
It’s still awesome.
Justin is a retired assassin. He’s covered his trails and started over. For a year, he’s lived in his house with his dog Della, but on a late-night walk, he comes across a dead cop just a short distance from his house.
Assessing the situation, Justin soon realises that the dead cop isn’t dead. It’s a close call, but his chest is moving.
He could put him out of his misery, but… Against better judgement, Justing puts him in his car and drives to the ER, and that should be that. He’s done his good deed, only… there is something not right.
Justin can’t let it go, there is that niggling feeling. Retired or not, he dusts off some old aliases and guards Shawn, the injured cop. When the threat gets closer, he steals him from the hospital and brings him home.
What I like about this story is that there is no quick fix. Shawn is brain-damaged. The recovery is long and hard, and he’ll have to live with the damage done to him.
I love it! An anti-hero, a slow-burn love story, redemption, acceptance, fresh starts.
And best of all, it’s free!
I was never one of the good guys. Never got along with people and never felt the need to. I did a lot for money. Even killed, especially killed, but never without a good reason. After years in this violent business I retired to a quiet life in the woods because I was sick of all the blood. No one knows me here and everything was fine until that night…
First I didn’t see the body through all the rain and darkness but when I drew near I saw him. Thought he was dead with all the blood. But he wasn’t and I considered for a moment to end the job because really… it would have been a mercy kill. He wouldn’t survive those injuries and even if he did he would be a vegetable. I mean… look at that head wound!
But something in the way he was dumped on the back of my property in his ripped police uniform and the word FAG scrawled on his chest made me help him.
So now I’m here. His guardian angel, kind of ironic considering what I did in the past. I watch over his recovery, standing in the shadows where no one can see me.