“Some stories you should run from while you still have legs.”

Holy. Shit.

Reading this was all inhalation: Pessl’s story, the smoke and mirrors, shattered and stuck in my capillaries like sleek, black thorns. “Night Film”, a grimoire noir, shapeshifted through atmospheric and gloomy New York City, reclusive upstate woods, and the mind of madness itself. Enigmatic and provocative characters, bursts of multi-media flair, and a riveting narrative culminate into one, massive blockbuster. 600~ pages was a breeze.

Like the masterpiece of songwriting penned by Jewel, this book was meant for me, and I was meant to read it.

5/5 I’ll be thinking about this book for the rest of my life.