Review: "Finding Katie" by Harmony Kent

About The Author

Indie Author Harmony Kent has written a number of books. The Battle for Brisingamen, her first novel, is a work of fantasy fiction and was approved by Awesome Indies within weeks of its release. Her second book, The Glade shows her equally at home in the realms of mystery, suspense and thriller - with a dash of magical realism. This book has also been approved for the Awesome Indies List. The Glade was awarded the IndieBRAG Medallion in July 2014. Harmony's third book (Elemental Earth) is Young Adult Fantasy Fiction, and was published 31st July 2014. With more books already in progress, she is well on her way to being a firmly established multi genre author.

As well as being an avid reader and writer, Harmony also offers editing, proof reading, manuscript appraisal and beta reading services. As well as reviewing and supporting her fellow indie authors, Harmony works hard to promote and protect high standards within the indie publishing arena. She is always on the look out for talent and excellence, and will freely promote any authors or books who she feels have these attributes.

Harmony is 42 years old, single and currently lives in Cornwall, England. Read on for ten things Harmony thinks you should know about her ... Ten Things:

I was born in 2013 (at least, the author in me was) ... the rest of me is ... err ... just a LITTLE bit older than that.
I am really boring.
I have absolutely no sense of humour. At all.
I read. A lot.
I write. Even more.
I'm completely sane (in).
I don't have any children, but I am surrounded by loads of cute gremlins who claim to be my nieces and nephews. Stranger still: they seem to like me.
If you've read this far, you're probably as sane as I am.
If you still want to hang around, and if you're feeling brave ...
I'm online ...
www.harmonykent.co.uk 
twitter: @harmony_kent
www.facebook.com/HarmonyKentOnline
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/HarmonyK
harmonykent@gmx.com

About The Book

I killed someone, you see. I killed the girl, who used to be me.

I’m Kate … Kate Charlesworth. I’m seventeen, and self-harming. This time I cut too deep, and I’m in hospital. I hadn’t meant for it to be so bad—it just sort of happened. I needed a lot of distraction that day.

You’ve had bad days, right? Days it hurts too much to think. Days you just wanna stay in bed. Days when the world needs to go away for a while. Right?

What do you do when you’ve hit rock bottom? When there’s nowhere left to turn?

This one little mistake lands me back on a psych unit—the last place I wanna be. Only this time, the nurse I end up with isn’t content to stick on a band-aid and send me home. She wants me to face my demons. But to do that, I’ll have to face who I am … who I used to be … I’ll have to find Katie.

My Review

Excellent Writing of Sensitive Subjects

Finding Katie is an excellent, well-written book. Written in first person, you experience the feelings, thoughts, heartache, etc. of a disturbed young woman of seventeen who struggles to find the girl she used to be. Ms. Kent handled the sensitive topics of abuse and self-harming like an expert.

I had a hard time putting it down once I started reading, but since I had to go back to work, I had no choice. However, I may have been late a few times as I dragged myself away kicking and screaming. Great job, Harmony Kent.

Get your copy of Finding Katie here.

Next Five books and short stories on my reading list are:
The Ruins on Stone Hill (Heroes of Ravenford Book 1) by F. P. Spirit (67% read now)
Observant Oracle - Lottie Baldwin-Mystery #2 by Elizabeth Delisi
Luck of the Irish by Liz Gavin
Another Sunset (Book 2, The Sunset Series) by Jason Zandri
Inside Room 913 by Bruce A. Borders

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