I think this is one of Ito's best attempts at long-form work. He continues to expand the story through each chapter/story, rather than staying stagnant as I've noticed often happens in his work. It was super enjoyable, pretty well-developed characters and, of course, disgustingly gorgeous art.

bruh why am i crying

alice oseman is the only person allowed to write teenagers from now on

i liked this more than a lot of people seemed to but the end really lost it for me. i had a good time with it but it was very predictable and not that special

my girl never misses

if shirley jackson wrote get out with a touch of lock every door

the shark boy and lava girl of (mystery? romance? idek what genre this is)

so fucking boring feels boomer-ish in some weird way? there was like two stories i didn't absolutely hate. also who do i need to speak to so that authors know open endings/being coy with your point doesn't mean leaving anything interesting out of the story

always hard to read the book of your favorite movie.

concepts that made the movie are the only good things about this book. i'm BITTER

great concept but so poorly executed ended up very cheesy and predictable, stripped of real emotion and filled in with one dimensional characters and poorly written dialogue. it wasn't offensively bad and had parts i liked, but overall not for me

a high 3 stars. a super quick, enjoyable read but the plot felt slightly predictable? not as thrillery as I was lead to believe it would be. it also took over half of the book before I started rooting for the main character. definitely a super fun read though.

i mean,,if i'm being honest this felt like a book of reveals and then fluff for 100 pages but tahereh knows i'm trash for her bullshit.

this is literally just supporting evidence for my thesis of fuck adam kent

truly some of the most disturbing shit my eyes have ever seen. but wtf was that circus??

i'm feeling generous this week. and it did, in fact, destroy me.


this book was nowhere near perfect but goddamn was it a ride.