Unteachable by Leah Raeder






Blurb:

This novel contains graphic sexual content and strong language. It is intended for mature readers.

I met him at a carnival, of all corny places. The summer I turned eighteen, in that chaos of neon lights and cheap thrills, I met a man so sweet, so beautiful, he seemed to come from another world. We had one night: intense, scary, real. Then I ran, like I always do. Because I didn’t want to be abandoned again.

But I couldn’t run far enough.

I knew him as Evan that night. When I walked into his classroom, he became Mr. Wilke.

My teacher.

I don’t know if what we’re doing is wrong. The rules say one thing; my heart says screw the rules. I can’t let him lose his job. And I can’t lose him.

In the movies, this would have a happy ending. I grow up. I love, I lose, I learn. And I move on. But this is life, and there’s no script. You make it up as you go along.

And you don’t pray for a happy ending. You pray for it to never end.

Aimi's thoughts:


I just finished Unteachable today after acquiring it last night and had to sneak in few pages at work because I crave- oh I so fucking crave for that book.
Even now, my heart is beating fast. I'm in a state of delirium, high in my own world, drunk with such overwhelming emotions.

Let me say this. I'm currently suffering from a reading slump. I believe reading slump is a psychological condition when you read so many books and mostly five stars books that after a while, everything starts to taste like ashes. And that's how most books tasted like to me. Like I was swallowing a mouthful of ashes. My normal average was 2 books a day (I have no life, I know) but now I'm struggling to even finish one within 2 weeks. So I decided to take a break from reading. What's the point of reading books with high reviews if I can't enjoy it?
So I watched tv shows, just to put my mind on vacation.

A week ago I tried to go back to reading. Didn't work. I spent most of my time ranting about heroines with piss poor attitudes and ended up turning me into a homicidal bitch. I wonder sometimes what the hell is wrong with these authors for writing about such whiny and bitchy heroines that makes me wants to strangle them.

Then yesterday on my newsfeed, I saw Aestas book club mentioning this book, called Unteachable. And those words caught me: a student and teacher relationship.
Omg like how cool is that? I'm a HUGE fan of forbidden romance. I've read most forbidden romance books suggested by Goodreads. But most of them didn't hold the appeal to the theme. Most of them can't even light a fecking candle! Come on! The taste of forbidden fruit is supposed to be alluring, seductive and full of secrecy. SECRETS. And secrets are wonderful because that's something you hold in your soul. It's what makes forbidden romance so damn addictive. The secrecy and the obstacles.

So I decided to give Unteachable a go and wow fecking wowzer! It's amazing. It's breathtaking. It makes me so alive. It sparks my soul and I feel whole again. Like a flame that lights up the entire sky. It burns.
I'm still in complete awe. I fell in love with Maise right from the beginning. This book is not just erotica. It's more than that. It's art with words plucked and formed into perfection. Words that are intense. Words from the soul.

You can call it love, or you can call it freefall. They're pretty much the same thing.

This is what being in love feels like, Wesley. Gratitude. Gratitude that you exist in this fucked up, beautiful universe.

Now you understand why I'm in love?

I also love her for her humour, her courage and her strong wit. She has a fucked up childhood and yet she carries herself with head high in the air. Not a victim, a survivor. I think its why Evan is attracted to her. That despite her troubled childhood, Maise still carries a wealth of emotions.

As for Evan...damn let's say I'm also having hots for the teacher. God damn that man is so downright fuckable. it's not just Evan and Maise who feels that their student and teacher status is what's driving their relationship. As a reader, that also excites me. As if I'm also sharing their secret.

This book is an addiction. It's not your typical love story. It's a fucked up, beautiful story. A beautiful disaster.

"The more you took, the more you needed. And you'd keep taking more and more until you overdosed,"

That sums up perfectly of what I feel towards this book.
I need more. I crave for more.

Rating: 5 stars