I think I sighed more than I am willing to admit reading this book.
Not because the whole murder mystery angle wasn't good, the actual premise of the entire story is dark and very well planned out and to that I will give the author massive credit.
A blood letting cult that believes in cutting the bad from themselves and feeding it to the earth in order to stop the end of the world...It's a creepy ass story, let's say that. And certain parts had my nose wincing at the graphic nature of the detail of the murders which again, credit where credit is due to the author for painting such vivid imagery.
What I can't get behind is the fact the MC might possibly be the DUMBEST character I have ever, EVER, in the history of all books, read.
Not only does she figure out that hm, something isn't quite right about this town, or about my boyfriend or in fact, just about anything. But I am going to go to a party in which I know they are blood letting, GET INTOXICATED (heavily, I might add), to drown it all out and pretend it isn't happening and they don't want to sacrifice me, then when I am nearly sacrificed and have my heart near ripped out go hm, you know what I'm gonna do?
Stay.
I'm gonna stay and figure out this entire mystery for myself...with zero help! Cus scooby- fucking- doo logic.
Cue face palming. Oh, and let us not gloss over the part where the author basically justifies paedophilia by saying the 15 year old girl her boyfriend is sleeping with looks, 'more like 25 so therefore, you can see why he did it.'
Also later calling it borderline paedophilia...SHE IS 15 YEARS OLD, IT IS PAEDOPHILIA, WHAT YOU MEEEEEAN!
I'm tired, I need to cuddle up in a ball and pretend I didn't just read dumb.
Onto the next.