Review: Low by Mary Elizabeth

Review: Low by Mary ElizabethLow (Low, #1) by Mary Elizabeth
February 1st 2016
Pages: 242
Format: ARC

It’s hard living on the wrong side of the tracks.

Lowen Seely has a criminal record to prove it. Determined not to follow in his father’s footsteps, he fights instinct and tries honesty. But hunger becomes painful, and bills are due. Forced to choose between what is right and wrong, the boy from the hood learns abiding by the rules is nearly impossible when corruption is in your blood.
Falling for an outlaw has changed everything.

Poesy Ashby is the definition of ride or die, even when it means turning her back on freedom. The girl from the suburbs gives conformity the middle finger. Bonnie and Clyde have nothing on her love story.
On the run with consequences in the rearview mirror, Lowen and Poesy accept the truth: they are the bad guys.

But can they get away with their crimes?




plural noun: thieves

a person who steals another person’s property, especially by stealth and without using force or violence. 

I thought I already knew the definition of the word thief, until I read LOW by Mary Elizabeth but since more recent times if I could replace the very term with any word it would without a doubt be LOWEN. 

I live for reading a book where I can feel the truth in every sentence, where I can be apart of a world that isn’t part of my own reality, or where I can embed my love so deep for a fictional character and know it will be left in the pages to to last for a lifetime…

Mary has given me all of the above, every time I reread passages I feel like it’s something completely brand new and the EMOTIONS that she EVOKES are completely CATASTROPHIC!

LOWEN SEELY is society’s outcast, unwanted by a greedy nation, this inmate is breed to be nothing more than a faceless criminal but I saw him for so much more than that.  He loved with such an intense fierceness that, that alone rewrote all his wrong doings into something that seemed so right.  After all, love is forsaking yourself for the forgiveness of another, or so I would like to believe. 

Guilt crushes any resemblance of comfort I felt before Poe reacquainted me with our truth: we survive on stolen time.

In this case POESY ASHBY is the other, she is the driving life force to to all of Low’s unjustified crimes, she is a love like fire.  Poe’s loyalty to her boy is awe inspiring and wholesome in the in the most unruly kind of way.  What I adored so much about her was that she accepted her life and embraced it even, there were no hints of a fragile damsel in distress here. 

“… Not many people have done what we have, Low. It means something.” “It means everything.”

These two together have been deemed the worlds most DANGEROUS, UNATTAINABLE bank robbers with an obscene reward for any information leading to their arrest but it seems to be that they were always one step ahead of things.  As time passed they are now living life on the run and to the eyes of the unknown they are just a young, carefree couple in love but never staying in one place for too long and a constant habit of looking over their shoulder is wearing them thin… 

Poe and I sling guns.  We rob banks, steal cars, and outrun an entire nation of jaded fucks.  Chaos is our marriage certificate.

LOW & POE have a love that faces their fate, but fate isn’t always kind.

From beginning, middle, and the very bitter-sweet end this book sunk talons into me ensuring I would always wear the marks of its meaning.  Everything you could possibly hope for is within these pages… Romance, fear, suspense, sadness and despair, but above all TRUTH!

“…Speak love to me, boy.”

About Mary Elizabeth

Mary Elizabeth is an up and coming author who finds words in chaos, writing stories about the skeletons hanging in your closets.

Known as The Realist, Mary was born and raised in Southern California. She is a wife, mother of four beautiful children, and dog tamer to one enthusiastic Pit Bull and a prissy Chihuahua. She’s a hairstylist by day but contemporary fiction, new adult author by night. Mary can often be found finger twirling her hair and chewing on a stick of licorice while writing and rewriting a sentence over and over until it’s perfect. She discovered her talent for tale-telling accidentally, but literature is in her chokehold. And she’s not letting go until every story is told.

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