Having had no context on Colleen Hoover books beyond how popular they were, I naively assigned too much credit to this book thinking it was gonna reveal some interesting “mad woman” themes and how men manipulate them. Cuz Jeremy can’t be THAT perfect, right? Stiff as a board, allegedly a freak in bed, I was SOOOOOO sure something was up. I was envisioning a Sharp Objects moment where he was keeping Verity ill so he could be her forever caretaker, like some twisted coping mechanism for the loss of his children and need for control…

NOPE. He’s just a perfect little sex fiend. Verity is just crazy… or is sheeeee????? And nothing but flowers for our deliciously slow reader slowen! I screamed every time she’d read a chapter, put it down, fret about how vile Verity is, then tell NO ONE. This book was a lesson in managing expectations.