Wow. Over 700 pages, and I’ve come away with more questions than answers—especially when it comes to one of the novel’s two pivotal characters. And perhaps more surprisingly, I’m still just as conflicted about him as I was at the start. Alfie Tell initially comes across as your classic entitled rich guy cliché—arrogant, powerful, and used to getting whatever (or whoever) he wants. But then there’s Lola, who refreshingly isn’t having any of it. She rejects him. Repeatedly. And yet, the more she pulls away, the more obsessed Alfie becomes—fixated on possessing her in a way even he doesn’t seem to understand. What follows is a slow, chilling unraveling. Alfie doesn’t barge into Lola’s life, he seeps in, worming his way through cracks with a terrifying kind of finesse. The psychological games he plays, the way he subtly isolates and controls her, left me feeling deeply unsettled. And while I found myself frustrated with Lola—especially knowing she’d already escaped another toxic, controlling relationship—Alfie’s brand of manipulation was insidiously different. Quieter. More calculated. More dangerous. There’s a volatility to Alfie that’s hard to pin down. One moment he’s tender, the next he’s ice cold. The whiplash is brutal. The number of times he emotionally wounds Lola is staggering, and yet she stays—eroded piece by piece until she’s a shadow of the confident, vibrant woman she once was. At one point, Lola describes herself as an addict—and honestly, that’s the most accurate way to frame it. Her need for Alfie’s approval, affection, attention, becomes all-consuming. Watching her world narrow as he draws her away from her family and friends was genuinely frightening. And yet—despite everything—you catch these brief, flickering glimpses beneath Alfie’s armor. Just enough to make you hesitate. To wonder. To feel a flicker of something dangerously close to sympathy. The two chapters told from his perspective only deepen the ambiguity. You want to understand him, but just when you think you might, he lashes out again and you’re reminded of the damage he’s caused. This is a deeply toxic relationship—compelling, yes, but never romanticized. It’s a psychological tightrope walk, and you never quite know which way it’s going to fall. Despite that, the ending took me by complete surprise, although it ultimately felt like the only way to go. For a novel of this length, it never once dragged. It’s gripping, disquieting, and emotionally intense. Not an easy read, and potentially triggering for some, but undeniably powerful. It’ll have you flipping pages in disbelief, caught somewhere between horror, heartbreak, and a morbid fascination to see where this is going to go next.
I received an advance review copy for free, and I am leaving this review voluntarily.