This was almost a 4-star book for me. Almost.

I'm sad to say I didn't like it as much as the first one. It's become a less cozy mystery and more depressing suspense territory. I'm less excited for the next installment but I'm still going to read it.

I think we have this idea that it's bad, the way dudes are always thinking about sex. But to me, it's always seemed really pure. Like a puppy wanting a treat. And it starts to seem like such a little thing to do to make somebody so happy.

No one believes more firmly than Comrade Napoleon that all animals are equal. He would be only too happy to let you make your decisions for yourselves. But sometimes you might make the wrong decisions, comrades, and then where should we be?

Humanity is so weird. If we're not laughing, we're crying or running for our lives because monsters are trying to eat us. And they don't even have to be real monsters. They could be the ones we make up in our heads. Don't you think that's weird?












Later update





I don't think I need to try everything to know I don't like it.






Everyone's different inside their head.














I'm an open book,” I say, thinking of all the men who have found it illegible.

This didn't make me dislike Solitaire any less.

Acevedo is masterful at creating characters I can root for. We have yet again an emotional and uplifting story. Poet X is still my favorite but Acevodo's writing and narration pulled at my heart strings once more.

A story about a woman connecting to her granmother is sweet, in theory but I just didn't care for it. I didn't find the characters or plot progression particularly enjoyable.

Great premise but couldn't connect to the characters at all.

This was a miss for me. Annoying protagonists with no chemistry interacting in much too formulaic ways.

Blink, and the years fall away like leaves.