Which is all to say that I approached this book with the expectation that the general thriller nature would require me to (metaphorically) read this through my scaredy cat fingers. I am, admittedly, a bit ridiculous, but yes, I would prefer to be wrapped up in a blanket of love with periodic stops with ladies kicking ass. Not only do I need to be promised a happy ending, I also want the beginning and middle to be fairly cheerful and absent of conflict. I don’t usually read romance thrillers, let alone straight ahead thrillers with only a little bit of lovin. I should couch this review with the admission that I am the biggest scaredy cat.
Discussion of an abusive relationship, multiple on-page deaths via gun, dead bodies, a character nicknamed Ponytail Lululemon doing her very best cornerstore Karen, police violence, general White Supremacy fuckery
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