This book was SO stupid. I just...I can't even properly put to words how bad it was. But I'll do my best.
First off, I picked this up because it's labeled as a mystery (at least on Goodreads). This is a fucking lie. This is not a mystery at all. By page 90, you know all you need to know about the mystery forest and the people who're being erased. Some of the details are fudged or omitted, but it doesn't change the cause and effect that's supposed to be the big mystery (at least, I assume it's the big mystery? Nothing else in the book was mysterious). Yeah, there's the whole curse-breaking quest thing, but that's not a mystery. That's just a basic problem that needs to be solved when you've already got the background info on it.
Oh, and solving the mystery/curse problem? Everything is just told to the protagonist. He doesn't really have to do anything himself, other than wander around and look busy until someone shows up to give him the answers. It's just absolutely thrilling.
So yeah. No mystery whatsoever.
Secondly, the writing is just...not good. I don't want to say it's bad, because that feels mean, but...it's really, really not good. Characters are chronically underdeveloped, the setting is about as bland as you can get without having no setting at all, the pacing is all over the place, the plot is as thin as fat-free milk, and the unnecessarily introspective prose is redundant and patronizing. There's barely a story here at all. The first half of the book is aggressively boring, and then it started to get annoying, and by the end I was actively enraged. Which might explain this review, since I gave myself no cooldown before jumping into it.
Early on into reading this, I thought maybe I'd just outgrown YA books. And maybe I have! But even if that's the case, I think this one is still just poor quality. It's so simplistic. Everything is dumbed down and spoon-fed to the reader, as if they're in grade school and have no reading comprehension. I mean, I do often see this with YA books, especially with those trying their hand at complex social issues like racism, misogyny, class struggles, etc., and I feel like it's an attempt to cater to the worst section of their audience (the people who will eagerly misconstrue or take the most bad-faith interpretation possible of anything not explicitly stated, just so that they can seem more Morally Correct to their own internet following), but that doesn't make it any less obnoxious. If not for the random and somewhat graphic scenes of violence and gore, I would say this comes off like a kid's book. A kind of "baby's first dark fantasy" sort of thing, ya know?
When it comes to the themes, the author set his sights on the most low-hanging fruit, but then he still stumbled and failed to explore them in any meaningful way. I am pretty sure that anyone who decides to read this book after skimming the summary will already be on the level with what the author is trying to say. This book offers no deeper insight into racial issues, doesn't even offer a deeper insight into what it means to be a Black scholarship student at a rich white boarding school. The school barely factors in at all. You literally gain nothing from reading this. In fact you gain less than nothing, because you've now lost however many hours of your life that you spent reading it. It's gone. You'll never get that time back.
The characters suck. Douglas is the only one with a personality (ish), but he's an absolute Mary Sue. He randomly gets magic (because of course), and immediately he knows how to use it (just "pull up the magic", as one does, and tell it what to do, and it'll do it). His magic can do anything he needs it to do, except when it can't, due to Plot. Then, when the arbitrary plot restrictions have been lifted, he can then do what was previously impossible, because it's magic, I guess? God. It was so dumb. He's also a mouthy character who likes to talk back to authority and always seems to know what to do, and maybe that's considered normal for a male character, but that behavior is what I usually see in Mary Sues trying to be cool. I'm not going to give him a pass on it just because he has a dick.
There were other characters, too. Douglas's mom (who got fucking shafted by the end of the book, jesus). The obnoxiously and unnecessarily alliterative Everleys, the headmaster, a ghost, and, uh.....some other classmates, I guess? Yeah, the cast was pretty sparse. None of these guys were really fleshed out. Not even....Everett? Emmett? The love interest dude (see? I can't even remember his name!). The guy was built like a brick house and had curly blond hair, and that's all I can remember about him. He could also throw knives and shoot guns and that's about all that was needed from him, so I guess he technically fulfilled his purpose.
As far as the romance goes, it was like watching the protagonist inexplicably fall head over heels for a bag of flour. These guys had no chemistry. And how could they, when one of the guys is basically an animated cardboard cutout and the other spends 70% of his time lost in his own inconsequential thoughts? The romance subplot was totally shoehorned into the story and given no depth whatsoever. It didn't do anything other than break up an already flimsy narrative and bloat a story that could have worked better (not well, but at least better) as a novella.
Circling back to our protag, it's actually a little (a lot) weird just how unfazed he is by everything going on, when he'll spend ten pages wallowing over some random detail or thinking about his LI. Sure, he has an issue with the murders and the deaths when they happen, but then he's able to push all that to the back of his mind and an hour later he'll be functioning as if none of it was a big deal. Like, that is just not enough time for him to realistically process what he's witnessed and what's going on. It all slides off him like so much water off a duck's back. And then, out of nowhere, the author will try to throw in one or two scenes where he's just so outraged over these victims and what's happening in some attempt to be emotionally poignant, but it falls totally flat because at all other times, he doesn't really seem affected. Hell, the forest is allegedly talking to him throughout most of the book, but it's not properly referenced or incorporated so you'll completely forget that detail until the author happens to mention the forest going silent.
Oh, and the villain? So cartoonishly evil that I was actually laughing during the end of the book. I get that it was supposed to be a tense scene since it was the climax, and all, but man, it was so bad. SO BAD. Just...why. You can't possibly have a compelling story if your bad guy is so damn reductive. It doesn't even make sense, because sure, a rich old white dude could totally prey on minorities and use them as cannon fodder to achieve his goals—that's grounded. That's realistic enough. Happens already, after all, albeit probably not on such an individualized scale. But to have him specifically target random POC kids all around the nation to sacrifice for the plot? When he could probably just take advantage of any impoverished kids in his own damn backyard? Like, come on. That's way more efficient. His way of doing things was just so contrived it stripped the story of whatever shoddy veneer of credibility it might have had. And the reasons behind it all? Jesus Christ. That was even worse. Talk about a disproportionate escalation untethered from reality.
It's all just really, really shallow. Surface-level writing, with no thought given as to how the events portrayed in the book would affect a flesh-and-blood human. I haven't read anything else by this author, so I don't know if this is the normal quality for his writing. But in this book, at least, it felt really phoned-in, from planning to execution.