I do not want to review this all that much, so I am going to treat myself to writing a couple sentences and moving ON. Positive vibes ONLY. Negative reviews are so YESTERDAY.

(Just kidding. Can you imagine? I’d have to just...stop writing reviews altogether. And we all know I’m addicted to the fame and fortune.)

If you want more of me writing about a Brigid Kemmerer book I did not care for, you can read this. Or this.

We’re not on awesome terms, to be honest.

I thought these characters were so incomprehensibly awful, to each other and themselves and the people around them. It broke my brain. I had to read passages out loud to my long-suffering roommate in order to stay aware of how messed up they were. (One example of this included our male main character / half of the Perfect Couple taunting his dad by loudly playing music he hated, because his dad was paralyzed, in a wheelchair, and unable to speak.)

It’s a joy beyond words to hang around these f*ckbags for nigh on 400 pages.

Bottom line: The only way on god’s great green earth you’ll catch me reading another Brigid Kemmerer book is if Bloomsbury, the light of my life, sends me one.

Or if I decide to go likes-chasing by reading the sequel to A Curse So Dark and Lonely.

Whichever.

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i did not succeed.

review to come

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me attempting to enjoy a Brigid Kemmerer book, take three. and......action

(mucho thanks to Bloomsbury for the ARC)