let me say this: i loved The Hating Game when i read it, but looking back on it, it definitely doesn't stand out today. i read Second First Impressions last year and found it mediocre. for the premise, this book was one of my most anticipated reads of the year, despite the author. a woman, desperate for a husband and someone to love her, brings a dead man to life, an ode to Frankenstein. i was sold! it sounded really fun and definitely a peculiar romance. starting it, i was already thrown off. the book starts explaining that houses have souls, and then we meet our siblings, Angelika and Victor, and i was immediately uncomfortable. some readers may say they are just incredibly close, but i draw the line when siblings are discussing the size of a dead man's penis and openly discuss one of their non-existent sex lives...and then continue the conversation in front of everyone they meet. the tone of the book feels so off as well and incredibly jumbled. Angelika's character is written very hormonal and weepy but sometimes strong and i didn't understand her. the dialogue felt detached and i really wasn't vibing with the characters or their personalities or relationships and the love interest and former dead man, Will, wasn't doing anything for me. from early reviews, i know i'm not in the minority and didn't want to push through because i can tell this isn't the monster romance for me. (maybe that sub-genre just isn't for me.)