This was a fast and reasonably entertaining read that suffered from mediocrity of writing + ineffective plotting choices. While I love a toxic lesbian romance and appreciate the descent in the first half from normalcy into a surreal, uncanny landscape of fame-blurred untruths, the second half was rushed and left most of its choices unexplained. It’s as if Huntley wanted to pay off early character development that, in truth, hadn’t happened, or maybe finish a headier book than I Want You More started as. The ending, and especially the postscript, really made me cringe, and left the enjoyable buildup of the first chapters unfulfilled.
This was, I think, supposed to be a thriller about the dark side of mass media, in many forms, and the poison that comes with fame and influence. But by its second half, it was a novel about a claustrophobic, abusive relationship, a narcissistic parasite slowly revealing itself beneath the clothes of a charming lover. In doing both of these things in inconsistent halves, we get a result that doesn’t actually accomplish much of anything, and leaves me as a reader feeling utterly disconnected from the characters and the situations they find themselves in.