So...
My mouth hung open for a good 15 seconds (I exaggerate not) after I closed the book. Then, when I finally regained composure, I just kept whispering, "What? Okay, but like... what?"
MR. CHARLES MARTIN SINCE WHEN DO YOU DO CLIFF-HANGERS.
Anyway. [*clears throat]
The actual review.

Plot: 3 stars. There wasn’t any, until the end, where there was a very rushed one.

Characters: 4 stars. The girls seem like carbon copies of each other in some places, but he did take care to give each of the main characters unique personality traits.

Suspense: 5 STARS. Gracious.

Relatability: So I can’t star rate this, because it’s gonna be different for every reader, but the gist of it was “white middle-aged male contemplating the loss of his former wife, saving the day, fumbling his way through a new relationship, saving another day, and just in general being confused by the ‘female race’ as he loves to call us.” So no. Not very relatable.

Emotional: Once again, personal opinion, but 5 stars definitely. I cried more on this one than the previous, but probably all in the last 50 pages.

Enjoyability: 5 stars. Because, guys, it was great. I didn’t enjoy the violence and injury detail toward the end, but I pushed through it because what came with it—well, it kept me up two hours late last night. I do think it’s kind of funny how much care Mr. Martin took to make this guy a macho dude with no understanding of female mysteries (which is not very convincing, as he devotes his life to saving girls and then intuitively giving them what they need emotionally), and how he kind of is the typical “knight in shining armor,” but I’m not mad about it. I’m actually kind of jealous of some of the girls—mainly Ellie. I want to be her. Except I don’t, because she literally roasts her marshmallow by sticking it straight into the flames and catching it on fire. A little intense for me.