Woah boy. Where do I start with this one?
I think the best way to summarize this book is shared with us pretty early on, when the "Collective" talks about our heroine Eliza: "She is determined. She is cocky. That spitfire. That cunt."
I have long ago decided that misogyny is a mental illness, for how can you harbor so much hatred for what you desire and pursue? This book was hard to read, and what made it difficult was, in my mind, a dual issue:
1) the first plural didn't sit well with me, but for the wrong reason. It absolutely achieved its purpose of bringing the plot close to heart, and showing the voices of us, the audience, and our hypocritical reactions to women's issues. But I never ever want to feel like "one of us" (i.e. the incel trolls of the internet). No matter how I admired this narrative, it made me so goddamn uncomfortable.
2) the fact that it did, in fact, make me so damn uncomfortable by how real it felt. I have been on the receiving end of this mentality, stalkers and all, and it hits way too close to home for comfort.
That being said, I enjoyed this hard slap of realism. I could relate to so much of it, from the actions of our kick-ass heroines (yes, Suzanne is a true hero as well), to the reactions of not only the male allies (shoutout to Devonte and, surprisingly, JP and Preston in the end) but the main/male adversaries, Lewis and primarily, the masses.
So an absolute bravo to A.E. Osworth for creating an incredibly powerful book, but man I should have been way more prepared to read it.