I still don’t know why I bothered finishing it.

I’m unsure what review or summary provoked me to read this, but I don’t even have words for my emotions. Angry? Irritated? Disgusted?

My assumption was that the author was male, as there is nothing relatable about these female characters, their astonishingly terrible (lack of) critical thinking, their unrealistic trauma response, and the obscene amount of sexual violence. To my shock and horror, Chevy is apparently a woman. She did the female population no favors with this.

I hope you read more reviews than I did and DO NOT WASTE YOUR TIME. Life is too short for crappy books.