Review: Grip by Kennedy Ryan

Grip (Grip, #1)

Resisting an irresistible force wears you down and turns you out. I know. I’ve been doing it for years.
I may not have a musical gift of my own, but I’ve got a nose for talent and an eye for the extraordinary. And Marlon James – Grip to his fans – is nothing short of extraordinary.
Years ago, we strung together a few magical nights, but I keep those memories in a locked drawer and I’ve thrown away the key. All that’s left is friendship and work.
He’s on the verge of unimaginable fame, all his dreams poised to come true. I manage his career, but I can’t seem to manage my heart.
It’s wild, reckless, disobedient. And it remembers all the things I want to forget.

 

I want to start my review by thanking Ms. Kennedy Ryan for writing such a relevant story and having the guts to share it. I stayed up all night to finish this book. Grip gripped me and never let go. I became completely immersed in Grip and Bristol’s world. Their story stole my breath. Their truths wrecked me. I have to be honest though. I hated Bristol for the 1st 35% of the book. I was being super judgy. I felt like she was being stupid. I told Jasmine how much I hated Bristol, but I knew Jasmine wouldn’t hate her. I don’t know how I knew, maybe deep down I knew I was being irrational. I just wanted them together!!!  Somewhere along the line, I saw myself in Bristol and totally got her. She loved with everything in her. She deserved to be happy and the center of someone’s universe. Not only did I identify with Bristol, I identified with Grip as well. I felt like I knew him, had grown up with him, crushed on him, married him, or was currently raising him. Grip was so loving, confident, and resilient. He had been through so much, but was still willing to share his gifts with the world and those he loved. He was an exceptional man who had so much to offer. This story was so current and necessary. It provoked thoughts and shattered preconceived notions. Again, thank you Ms. Kennedy Ryan.

5 stars

-Natasha

Honestly Natasha, I have no idea why you didn’t like Bristol. You immediately hated her, but I couldn’t. I understood Bristol from the beginning. She was a woman who was begging to be loved by people who were supposed to love her unconditionally. I understood her putting her walls up completely. There were times when I wanted to shake her because I knew from jump that Grip was THE ONE. It took Bristol so long to open up and she almost missed out. This story was so authentic. The issues Grip dealt with between his childhood, his interactions with law enforcement, and his family’s reaction to Bristol were so honest. They weren’t glossed over or made pretty for the story. They were true and sometimes the truth hurts. This book opened up a conversation between Natasha and I about the lessons we teach our children and our own personal experiences. We can only hope that this story has opened some others’ eyes as well. And Grip, Grip was sexy as hell. With his smooth voice, his amazing body, and most importantly his dedication to his woman… He was everything! He loved, appreciated, and respected his mother, without being a mama’s boy. He LOVED Bristol and wasn’t afraid to show it. He was honest even in his casual relationships with other women while he waited 8 YEARS for Bristol to come to her senses. Plus, he learned from his past experiences without allowing them to make him jaded. Grip was so far from the stereotype and so familiar. Grip was everything we aspire to find in a husband and everything we hope to raise our sons to be. Like Natasha said, this story was relevant and necessary because it was honest and thought provoking. Definitely a must read!
:::slow clap:::

5 stars

-Jasmine

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