I'm blown away by the fact that this pile of garbage got published, and even more so by the fact that it has any positive reviews. It's extremely cringe-inducing serial killer victim-adjacent fanfic that reads as though it was written by a 14-year-old who's obsessed with the ideas of being found worthy by others, being chosen, being vindicated, and being the envy of those around them. These concepts permeate the meandering narratives, obliterating nuance and deeper meaning. The situations and characters are reductive and childish, and the writing is pedestrian at best (nonsensical at worst). If this book has become successful, then I have good news for all of the aspiring writers out there in terms of where the bar lies.