Confessions

Holy fu*k. Told in different characters persectives, and even different formats, with each chapter, every turn of the page, I felt the same thing: dread. As if I was held to the pages themselves by a chain, unable to be set free until I was done. I thought about this book the whole day I was at work, just thinking: “No, there is no way this could get worse.” But it did.

The only small thing, and it might just be I wanted to get it over and done with in the absolute best way a reader wants to finish a book because they MUST KNOW, is that it was a bit repetitive at times toward the end. But what an ending that was.