This is one of those books that is hard to sit still with while reading. For most of it, I was fully locked in. The writing is sharp, addictive, and has that slippery quality where you can’t quite trust anything you’re being told. Jessica Knoll is a gifted writer—there’s no question there. The tension is real, the psychological layering is compelling, and the way she writes obsession feels unnervingly intimate.
But it is also deeply uncomfortable in places. The sexual content tied to coercion, assault, and fantasy blurs lines in a way that will not work for every reader. It pushes into erotic thriller territory, but not in a glossy or “fun thriller” way, more in a disorienting, uneasy, sometimes disturbing way.
And then there’s the ending. This is where I fully struggled. It leans heavily into ambiguity and a final page twisty reframing, but instead of feeling clever or mind blowing, it felt like it withheld too much. I wanted clarity. I wanted resolution. I wanted to know what was actually real versus what was constructed or unreliable and I didn’t get enough of that. I’m also not even sure I fully understand what happened so there’s that too.
So I ended up in a weird place with it:
* Completely absorbed while reading
* Uneasy at points
* Impressed by the writing
* Frustrated by the payoff
It’s compelling in a “I can’t look away” way, but not entirely satisfying in a “this clicked together” way.
Perfect for Readers Who Love
* Unreliable narrators and psychological distortion
* Dark, obsessive relationships that feel destabilizing
* Erotic thrillers that lean unsettling rather than glamorous
* Stories where memory, truth, and perception blur
* Fast, compulsive writing with a disorienting edge