Star rating – ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
I spoil books for myself regularly. If there’s a series that has been out for a while, I’ll probably end up googling what happens at the end. I’m not proud of it, and I hate myself more every time I do it, but in this instance I’m pretty fucking pleased I did it. I was prepared, at least.
(I can’t even fucking imagine what you poor souls went through having to wait for the third book, mad respect to you.)
I loved this book, and flew through it. Michelle Hodkin’s writing draws you in and doesn’t let you go. It was so easy to get lost in Mara’s world, and once I was there I didn’t want to leave.
My ONLY complaint about this book is the amount of crazy-shaming (is that a thing? It must be).
Now, I spent just under two years in a mental health inpatient ward. The first was a specialist eating disorder unit, and the second one was a low secure ward. So there were a few times where comments and jokes about being locked up hit a bit too close to home.
There’s also the big issue about Mara being on antipsychotics. As someone who has been prescribed several different types of antipsychotics (and I’m currently still taking them), there were a few times where I felt uncomfortable. Yes, it’s a difficult thing to accept initially, but I wish there were more YA books that painted medication in a positive light (yes, they’re not miracle workers but they’re pretty fucking important to a lot of people’s health and safety, myself included).
So I’m going to round up my rating to 5 stars, but it’s probably more of a 4.5 or something.