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This is genuinely so bad

This writing style is confusing, weak, & immature. The characters aren’t believable. why is Phillip a billionaire, a quarterback, a chess pro, a priest, and so on? I thought we started with the narrator and Phillip married? As it turns out, the honeymoon mentions etc were not relevant. The metaphors and similes aren’t sticking. Was it said everyone grew up in Malaysia? Disoriented. It’s short; I’ll persist.

Holy shit this is some of the most beautiful prose I’ve ever experienced in my life

Happy pride??? lol

Literally so good. I feel like I’ve stumbled upon a favorite author easily.

Ugh

Meh. Some good quotes but going too long between “ohhh” enlightened moments, but the most inspiring stuff has been quoted by other writers.

Unhappy with the ad for another book that is supposed to be supplemental to this one in the middle of the book. Feels like a money grab. And, she really *is* too loud—I have to listen to the audiobook lower than normal. Maybe it’s a sound mixing issue but the frequency gets so high that it’s physically uncomfortable to listen to at parts.

You know, maybe the dad has a point. I think he may be onto something by limiting this kid’s access to media.

Excellent pacing, great sense of dread and reality.

Genuinely can’t remember what percentage I’m on, but he’s reunited with Daniella—that’s the most important thing to know, going forward once I get my hands on this book again.

It’s okay so far, nothing dazzling one way or the next. Language is simple but not necessarily bad.

A delight, genuinely.

This book is miserable. So miserable, in fact, I looked the author up thinking “what’s their deal!” and came to find out that Riley is a pseudonym. This writer’s name is TODD. Some men can write. Some men can write horror. Then, other men write like Todd. I am close to giving up on this pursuit. Back and forth, dizzying, no stakes writing. The murderer! The rhyme! Do I want to know? I do! Wait—the Rhyme!

Wow, the woman who murdered her family from that nursery rhyme! The nursery rhyme. Remember that rhyme! This is super organic. Remember high school? Remember the golden era of murderers? Wait the murder didn’t happen exactly like the rhyme? But the rhyme! Also, I’m well over 30, not a child at all. But the rhyme?

Wow, can’t believe I’m going to the murder house. You know, the one from the childhood rhyme? Yeah, that murder house. I murdered someone too. We won’t talk about that yet, because tension. Self-secrets. Here we go—on the way to the murder house. Wow! I’m at the murder house.

I’m fatigued. When does the story start? I feel like I’ve read a synopsis six times and gotten nowhere.