1☆ Review:

*WARNING: This will be a rant*

Take a shot every time “breast, nipples, or tits” are unnecessarily mentioned in this book and you’ll end up in the hospital with alcohol poisoning. I was so frustrated with how in-detail this author went with boobs at every opportunity he was given. Why are they talked about so often? Why do we need to know that Ruth never wears a bra? Why did we need a whole chapter dedicated to teenage boys talking about tits in a PlayBoy Magazine? Has Jack Ketchum never heard of the synonym “chest”? It never brought anything to the story besides making me believe that this author is just as perverse as the boys he was writing about.

This author definitely has a talent for misogyny.

No one could convince me that this is a good book. The fact that it’s a fictional story based off a real tragedy was already a red flag, but I love true crime and had heard a lot about this. Now I think we must be reading different books. 

What happens to Meg throughout this book were the only solid moments I can MAYBE compliment. It was sad, I felt for her, and it’ll make your skin crawl. But, those events also felt brushed over and had no shock value. 

I think we were supposed to feel sympathy for David, but instead I felt irritation. Emotions were not explored well enough at all and I couldn’t bring myself to forgive him. 

I could write so much more, but I’ll stop here. 

I hated the way this was written and will not be recommending it.