Lots of smut, as one can very quickly figure from the way even the first chapter is written. The smut is definitely written better than, say, 50 Shades, but let's be honest— that's not particularly difficult. As much as I couldn't STOP reading, there's no plot, which therefore makes it an insanely easy read, and perhaps that's where the success of this book lies.
The last time I sobbed (literally. I mean BODY WRACKING SOBS, not ‘oh I'm crying noo
Kaz/Inej brainrot FOREVER. I laughed. I cried. I laughed some more and WEPT EVEN MORE. And then I laughed again. A rollercoaster of emotions. My friends had been begging me to read this book for years and finally caved—it's my first 5 star of the year (and will be one of the few, more than likely) and my heart is so full but also shattered. These silly little teenagers will live in my head rent free for the rest of my life.
Jameson Miles is an absolutely insufferable man.
I don't know how any part of this man's behavior is a green flag. Man SCREAMS red flags everywhere. Honestly, Emily should have left him.
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