Aside from all my college-related deadlines, I blame this book for my reading slump. I powered through this literary atrocity for two whole months (with a ton of skim reading on my part), only to feel utterly shortchanged and empty-handed by a confusing conclusion.

Despite going into this with very low expectations, Wicked Saints still managed to frustrate me with its nonsensical events

Spoiler

(imagine making out with someone after witnessing them murder a person in front of you)

, mediocre writing, glorification of abusive relationships and self-harm, and its devotion to being the book equivalent to those awful memes that make fun of a marginalized group and are branded as "dark humor for edgelords."

At some point in the story, blood literally rained from the sky, and I think that sums this book’s brand quite nicely: a literary hot mess trying to be as edgy as possible.

It's a huge, huge no from me.

Review to follow.

1 star
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