🎧 Audiobook review 🎧⚡ Spoilers might lie ahead—I usually like to talk shit about everything that goes down in these books
“Now is the winter of my discontent.” I truly love Trisha’s writing. I read a review saying that Trisha writes like she knows her readers are smart, and I agree. She pours so much effort and research into her work that she actually makes me question my IQ.
Do I fully grasp the underlying themes and philosophies in her stories? No. But I do feel compelled to research certain aspects, ideas, and quotes that lure me in.
“I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.” For this gem alone, I thank her for making me rediscover Poe.
She creates such complex and compelling characters, and I applaud her especially for her strong, capable, and interesting female characters who are not damsels in distress. They may need rescuing and love, but they are never driven by meekness. They claw and tear at danger and forge their own paths.
I love the premise of this book. The first half was a rush to my synapses — the meet-cute of two deranged people, the cat-and-mouse dance, the entrapments, the spiraling, the experiments, the loss of control while still being in control. Alex has such an eerie presence; his quiet deadliness and calculated moves thrilled me, and I was hooked.
But as the book progressed and their relationship was supposed to turn into love, lust, and obsession, I found myself unable to believe in their connection. I believe his side: his obsession with finding a cure and his conviction that she was the breakthrough to his years of research pushed him into needing to consume her and direct all her emotions toward him — like any madman in love with his creation.
But Blakely was so combative, violent, and angry that it became hard for me to invest in their push-and-pull dynamic. There’s a fine line in enemies-to-lovers stories, and when it’s crossed, I’m instantly snapped out of it. Blakely keeps pushing him away, extremely combative, sarcastic, and punchy… until the very end. There wasn’t enough angst or surrender for me to root for them.
I had the same issue with J.T. Geissinger’s “Liars Like Us”, where the FMC screams, runs, resists, and throws punches up until the last 10% of the book. I know some people enjoy that, but for me it ruins the whole thing. I’ll take instalust any day over that.
Then there’s the constant one-upping — and other characters one-upping them — and it was exhausting. Who’s going to trap whom today in this episode of NYPD Blue?
I admit I skipped a lot of inner monologues (personal preference). I enjoy dialogue; I enjoy show me, don’t tell me. I like quiet inner turmoil where I don’t have to listen to every thought from Adam to Apocalypse. That’s why the epilogue also deflated me — it’s a “tell”, not a “show.”
The audiobook is duet-style, which I love. The narrators are fantastic: Heather Firth is a goddess, and Christian Fox captured Alex’s eeriness so well.