I ate. This. Up. Read it in three sessions, which is lightning fast for me.
Absolutely loved the atmospheric, immersive writing. As soon as I started reading it's like I was there, in the forests and lanes of northern England, surviving a zombie apocalypse alongside Valley and Tara.
I adored how lush and poetic the writing was. All I could do was sink into the story, letting the descriptive prose wash over me. I appreciated that the apocalypse itself remained vague as to the cause. The characters don't even know for sure how the "zombies" ... or "them" really came about, although they have theories. The uncertainty lends an overall tone of foreboding and tension to a consuming narrative that's truly unsettling at certain points.
There were no words and no reasoning-all of that had crumbled away, and we were whatever was left. This desire was turning into something dangerous.
But the zombies aren't really the point. They are the background, the context against which these two characters and their dangerous push and pull play out-and that is where this book truly shines.
Once the two FMCs meet (well, it starts out with one of them watching and then stalking the other,) their dynamic had me kicking my feet. It was so deliciously dark and addictive, I couldn't get enough! Their chemistry was truly sizzling from the very first interaction.
But it was all the better in the daylight-way sweeter than I'd imagined-to watch her face contort with hate and horror and something else, something I was keen to unearth.
Definitely "love at first stalking" and it surprised me how much I enjoyed this trope. I've never read a sapphic stalker romance before and I'm delighted Everything Crumbles was my first foray into it. The tension and unnerving attraction between Tara and Valley absolutely lit up the page and I was hooked!
My pulse continued to race at the thought of her, but I couldn't call it fear.
She didn't move closer, only eyed me up and down, consuming me in her stare.
The FMCs were each so unique and vibrant that I never had an issue keeping it straight who's POV I was in. I also liked that the author gave each of them their own deep traumas to overcome and to help each other deal with as the story continued. Supporting each other through shared trauma is the turning point that transforms their explosive early interactions into something softer. Something deeper and bittersweet and more sensual, while keeping that dark edge that I was gobbling up in the beginning.
I was just a collection of impulses-hunger, discomfort, pain. But now I had decided to give her my surname, my mum's maiden name, to acknowledge the new self that was quietly growing through the ashes.
And that's the most beautiful thing about this book. Even in this painful, hopeless apocalypse, the author draws out such quiet beauty in the small things. She allows her characters to be imperfect and wounded and hurting, and she also allows them to grow, to be vulnerable, and to share the raw, guarded parts of themselves with one another. Watching their growth, both individually and together, brought tears to my eyes at certain points... while other parts were so frank and honest, I found myself cackling out loud.
Protective towards others, but self-destructive toward myself. Yep, I was a counsellor's wet dream.
It would be so much easier not to care. But I was becoming attached in a way I hadn't anticipated.
It was like wearing a mask that made me powerful, and I'd earned that mask. It was part-me. It was more me.
If you are in need of a spicy, dark sapphic romance with depth, and aching exploration of facing trauma head-on, if you you've ever wondered what would happen if the world ended, leaving you no choice but to learn to trust again in order to survive, give this book a read. You won't be disappointed. I for one can't wait to see what the author does next.