To be completely honest, I found this book a little slow for my personal taste. I'm used to pacier thrillers, which tend to hold my attention more. But I simply cannot give any other rating to this book. I was living for the  not-so-subtle shade the author threw at The Defendant. I love that she never used his name. I love how, piece by piece, she dismantled the image the media back then helped construct of him as someone handsome and clever when he was nothing but a sad, commonplace loser.

Jessica Knoll, I'd give you a standing ovation if I could. I sincerely hope that many women read this book and that we all learn to trust our instincs and say 'no' and 'fuck off' not only to people that set our alarm bells off but also to those who are supposed to love us, but whose way of doing so is slowly poisoning us from the inside out.

Jo and Big Daddy give me life. That is all.

This does not feel like Jennifer Saint. She has tried to cram as much mythology into it as possible, resulting in a story that is too superficial and telling rather than showing. It meanders all over the place, too far from the point it's trying to make. I really wanted to root for Hera and was excited to read a portrayal of her that was different from the usual jealous wife and evil step-mother, but I couldn't because she lacked dimension and purpose. There was not a single character that interested me in this retelling.

Immersive and highly entertaining, but I couldn't help but be bothered by a huge chunk of Dom's chapters, namely

the TikTok thing, the sloppy, slapdash research, all the tech being used by ghosts.

I get that it was all

imaginary, created by Dom

, but it wasn't convincing or explained enough, so the overall impression was a bit ridiculous.