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Dreams died, but the nightmare of reality went on.

A murder mystery thriller that's neither mysterious nor thrilling. It started out good though.

You have been with me from the very first life. You are my first memory every time, the single thread in all of my lives. It's you who makes me a person.

— Huh. Well that was addictive and intriguing, and it kept me guessing until the reveal.

— I wanted to like this but I just couldn't. I think the book was trying to do too much (dealing with immigration, drug trafficking, violence) and ended up with an undeveloped mishmash. I also didn't like how it normalized abuse. Just no.

— A book dressing up as something that deals with fat shaming, but it was actually just an eyeroll-inducing romance between a girl and a boy. Both characters are so flat and are defined by the author solely by her fatness and by his illness ugh come on that's just so wrong. Why is the author using these one-dimensional characterizations to drive the romance? To drive the story? Why? And why was there a need for the girl to be wanted by a guy? Why does she need to be wanted by a guy to realize her worth? Why?!