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Oh, her mom is going to hell.

Beautiful writing, by the way.

What the hell, sure.

I've been putting off starting this because I knew it was going to be an emotional read, and I was right - the prologue alone just about knocked me out. This is gonna be good.

Dominique Pelicot, there is not a circle in hell low enough for the likes of you.

WEEWOO, WEEWOO, MARSY'S LAW VIOLATION! Where was the victims' rights request form?! Get Ohio Crime Victims Justice Center on the phone, NOW.

He found her passed out and asked if she made him dinner...OOH CAMILLE GET HIS ASS, PLEASE. I HATE this man.

I cannot even keep track of how many typos I've found so far. I tend to give indie authors a bit of a break, but goddamn, this reads like a first draft that was never given so much as a glance before publishing.

If Officer Andrew tips his imaginary hat one more time, I'm killing everyone in this book and then myself.

Okay, now back to reading the messed up stuff I'm voluntarily subjecting myself to. 😊

Everyone needs a friend who will read the gross, weird books that you're curious about but not sure you can stomach, and I am, regrettably, that friend. 🫡

Taking one for the team, don't judge me.

The way I hate every single character in this book. I think I detest them more every time I read it.

Also, I will never forgive whoever decided the paperback edition should have the shitty yellow cover and not the original hardback cover pictured on here. That cover was the only redeeming quality of this book. I hope their socks always feel wrong inside their shoes for the rest of their life.

UGHHHHHHHH (complimentary)

I'm not normally a fan of rom-coms, but this has been so cute and genuinely funny so far that I keep forgetting about the murder investigation.

Landon King, they could never make me not hate you.

Rina Kent, you owe me a dollar for every time you name drop Tchaikovsky (we're up to about $10 now with a loooong way to go, ma'am).

Can someone please be kind to this poor girl, Jesus Christ.

I'm genuinely so sick of reading this book that it might not even get a space on my bookshelves when I'm done. It might have to go live in a box under my bed or in my closet. When will my suffering end.

Taking one for the team. 🫡

I think I've read the name Greg Nicotero more times in the span of 341 pages than I've ever heard it in my twenty-nine years of life, and you know what, good for him. He stays booked and busy.

Take a shot every time the Weinsteins are mentioned if you want to die of alcohol poisoning.