I understand that thrillers are meant to be popcorn reads and so they're held to a different standard than other genres. But they still have to meet a certain bar, and The Overnight Guest just did not get there whatsoever.

Let's start with the characters. When it comes to thrillers, I’ve seen a lot of dumb characters, but Wylie has got to be the dumbest of them all. She makes one bad decision after another, and it's honestly painful to follow along as she blunders around. At one point, someone actually spelled out for her what really happened, and she still couldn’t put two and two together.

The rest of the characters were pretty much cardboard cutouts of typical thriller characters — scared victims, worried mothers, serious investigators, and shady would-be villains. No one really came alive, so it was hard for me to care what happened or whodunnit.

This story has so many separate storylines, and yet not one of them was compelling. The triple narrative threads, in theory a good idea that should have them converge into a single cohesive narrative, was in actuality just a vehicle for the story to jump around every few pages. Just as I'm getting into whatever the current storyline is, bam! I'm yanked out to somewhere else.

As the story moves along, it starts to rely on an ever growing list of coincidences and plot holes and just plain ridiculous developments to propel it forward. Each time something absurd happens, I'm amazed at both the gumption of the author and the gullibility of the reader that it's actually allowed to stand.

I feel like there's a turning point maybe two-thirds of the way through, and after that, it’s pretty clear what happened and also what’s going to happen. And then the rest of the story is devoted to spelling out in long form what's already obvious, to the dread of every reader on the verge of a slump, including me.

I’m honestly a little confused by the high ratings on this one. If you’ve read any thrillers at all, you’ll see what’s coming from a mile away. And unless cheering on foolish and slow-witted characters is your jam, I don't see what else this one has to offer.

Readaroo Rating: 2 stars

Here I was, thinking I was going to have to run out and buy every single Jane Austen novel, to the consternation of my wallet. So it's with relief to realize that I can safely strike Sense and Sensibility off my list.

Coming off of Pride and Prejudice, I couldn't wait to dive into more Jane Austen, and Sense and Sensibility had always been high on my list. But from the very start, this book felt like the more lackluster and spiritless cousin of its more famous successor, and it never really picked up from there.

I think my biggest problem is that the vast majority of this book comes off as a lecture. It's essentially a monologue of social commentary, but camouflaged as dialogue. A character would expound at length about a certain view, then another character would take their leisurely turn on the opposite view. And so they'd go back and forth, back and forth, explaining every facet of the argument in overwhelming detail until I had no choice but to cry submission.

I don't know what to say except there are two things which annoy me to no end in writing—all tell no show, and overexplaining—and this book somehow managed to achieve both. And it did so for almost the entire length of this book.

There were moments when the story came alive, but it never lasted longer than a few paragraphs before the dreaded overexplaining was back. It was almost impossible to concentrate and lose myself in the story, for every time I did, I was immediately yanked out by more unnecessary yakking.

Where was the spark? Where was the wit? The characters were so flat, it was hard to imagine them falling in love or really feeling anything at all. I wanted to adore Elinor and Marianne and Edward and Colonel Brandon, but they were so bland on the pages, my imagination could not supply the necessary emotions.

This was a particularly bitter disappointment for me because the film adaptation (directed by Ang Lee and starring Emma Thompson and Kate Winslet) is one of my favorites of all time. Where the film was suffused with so much emotion and such dynamic characters, the book was but a watered down facsimile.

Is it possible that my love and previous experiences with the film colored my perspectives of the book? I mean, it's certainly possible. But it's hard to say which way it swayed me. Maybe the film set my expectations of the book so high it was bound to fall short. But it's just as likely that without having already adored the characters going in, I would've found the book even more lifeless than I already did.

As I understand it, this was Jane Austen's first full length novel, so it's possible she was using this to refine the social commentary and insightful wit that would bring her so much fame in her later works. And while I can see bits of them here and there, she hadn't quite gotten there yet with this book.

So if you haven't read Sense and Sensibility, I recommend skipping it altogether and just going straight to the film, because this is the rare case where the film is better. And if you haven't read any Jane Austen at all, I definitely don't recommend starting with this one.

Readaroo Rating: 3 stars

My first Jane Austen, and goodness gracious me! It was so delightful, my only regret is I waited so long to read it.

For me, classics have always been intimidating. English isn't my first language, and I remember struggling in high school, trying to make heads and tails of whatever archaic passages we were forced to read with nary a success. Fast forward to adulthood, and my attempts at classics were yet again met with boredom and hardly any returns for the amount of hours spent. (I'm looking at you, Anna Karenina).

So even though there's so much love for Jane Austen, and I've been curious for quite some time, I held off. I didn't want to put the effort in, only to be bored out of my mind for tens of hours, reading and rereading long paragraphs of ideas and norms which no longer applied and quite frankly, no one cared. (Yeah, Anna Karenina really traumatized me.)

But slowly and surely, my curiosity could no longer be held off, and my questionable experiences with classics were softened in my memories with time gone by. So I braced myself and dove into Pride and Prejudice with equal parts excitement and apprehension.

And at first, I thought I'd made a terrible mistake. The writing was as impenetrable as I feared, the characters a bit silly, and the domestic drama too outdated to really appeal to a modern reader. But then, after a few chapters of really soldiering on, something miraculous happened. It was like a switch had flipped and my mind crossed over into 19th century England. The writing, the characters, the drama—they all came alive, and from that moment on, I was hooked.

Everyone's always talking about how witty Jane Austen is, and boy on boy, they're not kidding. The dialogue is just one zing after another, leaving me in wonder after almost every sentence. I often found myself lingering and savoring, just to make sure I got every bit of pleasure out that I could.

I was riveted, as riveted as I'd ever been with any contemporary book of any genre. And maybe that surprised me more than anything else. I expected a slog, one I'd have to wade through with much reluctance and under duress. Instead, I'd found that magical, liminal space between the real and the fictional, and proceeded to occupy it with such ferocity, I blew through the book and hardly surfaced for breath.

The domestic and matrimonial dramas within still felt fresh and relevant to today, even though surely we've come far in the last few hundred years. And the characters still rang true with all their strength and weaknesses. In short, I think Austen pressed in on the foibles of human nature, and I'm certain those will never become irrelevant, no matter where our society is headed.

One thing that's really interesting about reading a book like this is knowing just how influential it will come to be and thus being able to experience the story from that angle. So many books and even entire genres (hello, regency romance!) have followed in the footsteps of Jane Austen, and to see their inspiration is as fascinating as it is illuminating.

All this praise isn't to say this is an easy read, per se. After all, the book was written hundreds of years ago and the constantly evolving nature of language, being what it is, has moved past this more convoluted and restrained style. But if you're willing to put in the effort, especially at the beginning, this is one of those books that does richly reward you for your hard work.

I will say, it's a good thing I don't live back in the day. I'm such a literal and straightforward person, I can totally see myself bumbling around in the 19th century, offending everyone, embarrassing the family name, and agreeing to all sorts of marriages without any inkling of what I'd done.

If ever there was a book that could be a gateway drug to anything, it would be this book to Jane Austen for me. I feel like the floodgates have opened, the dam burst, the Pandora's box unsealed. And the only way forward is to read more Jane Austen.

Readaroo Rating: 5 stars!

When it comes to vibes, romances can run the gamut. Some are funny, some are steamy. An Academic Affair felt like one big cerebral hug, and I adored every moment of it.

These days, I'm always a little surprised when I enjoy a romcom. Long gone are the days where every single one I pick up is a winner. Now I feel more like a cynic, snarling in my head about the silly characters, unrealistic situations, and forced tropes that make reading a romance more cringey than swoony. So when I find one I actually enjoy, I get pretty excited.

This story works for me on almost every single level. First and most importantly, the premise makes sense. Every book of this genre, in order to cultivate a romance between its main characters, has to come up with valid reasons to keep them interacting with each other. And the one used in here—partner hire—is such an interesting and underutilized method, I have to marvel at its cleverness.

What follows is the sweetest of slow burns, turning academic rivals Sadie and Jonah first into friends, then into lovers. Because their rivalry underpins a lot of their interactions, we also get to participate in a bunch of fun arguments between the two of them, both on the personal front as well as the academic one.

Speaking of academics, I absolutely adored the setting. I have a soft spot for studious, hardworking, smart people who fall in love, and this delivered in spades. We also got to see a lot of Sadie and Jonah's areas of expertise and research, and it was fun to geek out a bit, even in a romance. Their struggle to survive in the cutthroat world of academia made me love them even more.

And maybe all of this hits upon the crux of why I enjoyed this story so much. At a time when other books of the genre seem to come up with ever more over the top schemes in order to force their ridiculous characters together, it's a breath of fresh air to read about genuinely sweet people falling in love under sane circumstances.

By the way, is it me or does it seem like Jodi McAlister is setting up for Chessie and Elias to each have their own stories? If so, I can't wait.

Readaroo Rating: 4 stars

I'm normally a huge sucker for locked-room mysteries, but The Wasp Trap didn't quite do it for me.

Based on the sheer number of famous authors who blurbed for this book—Lisa Jewell, Ruth Ware, Alex Michaelides, Steve Cavanagh—you'd think this would be the best thing since sliced bread. So I settled in for what I assumed would be the mystery/thriller of the year, and let me tell you, the disappointment was real.

From almost the very first page, it felt like I was being sold a story instead of shown one. The characters in here, their interactions, the dialogue, all of it just wafted of inauthenticity. Real people don't behave like this, they don't talk like this, they wouldn't react like this. And so slow but surely, this slightly awkward and stilted representation sucked away any semblance of reality from the tale.

It is blatantly clear that every element in here exists solely to manipulate the story into revealing a predefined set of twists. And while I like a good twist as much as the next mystery-loving gal, the twists cannot be the only glue holding a story together.

It becomes a problem if the characters and the rest of the plot are relegated to such secondary nonimportance, I find it hard to even care. All the characters feel interchangeable, so what happens to one might as well be happening to another, for whatever is the difference? So much crazy stuff occurs in this story, yet my reaction to each and every single one is a shrug of indifference.

Even the premise in which this whole mystery is based upon—the dating app and the wasp test—did not ring true. There was no way such a generic app would've made anyone rich and the test is of such dubious moral and ethical ground, not to mention unsound science, it came across as a bunch of handwaving hocus pocus more than the gospel it was taken to be.

Also, I can't tell you how much I disliked our narrator Will. He is sniveling, meek, and paranoid, probably the most unappealing combination in a character ever. He spent the entire time (in both timelines) lusting after Sophie, expecting it to be reciprocated simply because he stared at her long enough. It honestly creeped me out. I really thought (spoiler: the twist was that Will was the psychopath, but alas, the test did not oblige).

I'll give this some stars for the twists, but as a whole, the story was pretty middling.

Readaroo Rating: 3 stars

I don't read much fanfiction these days. In fact, it's been more than two decades since I've last indulged. But I still remember vividly the joy of finding stories that bring to life characters and worlds I thought had reached their conclusion and of which nothing more was forthcoming. The chance to experience everything one last time and to have it develop new multitudes never before seen is a thrill beyond compare. And Manacled totally delivered, surpassing even my wildest expectations.

I went into this not expecting much. I'd previously never read any Harry Potter fanfiction. In fact, until this story crossed my awareness, I'm not even sure I'd ever contemplated their existence. And it's certainly never crossed my mind that Hermione and Draco could be a pairing. So the emotional force with which this story hit me really took me by surprise.

I loved that this story made Hermione front and center. As a bookish gal myself, I couldn't help but love Hermione in the original series. And if I were being honest, I think the one thing I found lacking there was that it didn't feel dark enough to me. Yes, bad things happened, but by and large, everything worked out for everyone. So this story took my favorite character and moved it in a direction I'd been secretly longing for.

And make no mistake, this was dark. When you think about what being on the front lines of any war, let alone a war with magical capabilities, would mean and what sort of sacrifices would be required of everyone, I feel like this book captured it. Probably every trigger warning you can think of is in here, so please tread carefully.

But the darkness didn't snuff out the readability and addictive nature of this story. Even though this was such a long read, I absolutely inhaled it. It had the sort of immersiveness that made the imaginary world within feel so real, the actual world outside dimmed in comparison. I thought about the story constantly, perpetually waiting for next moment I could forsake my responsibilities just to read a few more pages.

I was left in awe. This was so well plotted and so well written, taking not just what already existed in the series, but also adding to the lore and fleshing it out to such a degree, I don't think I will ever look at the original series the same way again.

My only complaint is that this is a bit too long, especially towards the end. The epilogue went on and on for what seemed like hundreds of pages, spelling out in excessive detail how everything turned out for everyone. It even included scenes decades later of children growing up, which was ridiculous in the original series and is still so in this one. But since this is fanfiction, I understand the appeal. If the goal is to revisit a beloved world one last time, then some wallowing is to be expected.

Fanfiction has always been a bit looked down upon, as if being the original creator of a lore somehow equates to being the best and only storyteller of it. But I scoff at such a notion and this story proves why. Fanfiction can help elevate the canon they are based upon to more lofty and imaginative heights, and I'm all for that.

I can see why this story got an offer to be traditionally published (with all the Harry Potter elements removed and reworked, of course), and I'm definitely adding Alchemised to my TBR. I'm going to wait a bit until this version isn't so fresh in my mind, and then I'll dive into this tale again from a fresh perspective.

Readaroo Rating: 4.5 ⭐

To be fair, I think this is a fine, maybe even great read within the popular cozy fantasy genre. But am I that big of a fan of the genre to begin with? I'm not sure, and The Very Secret Society of Irregular Witches didn't do anything to change my mind.

But let's start with the good stuff. First of all, this book isn't without its charms. In fact, as Mika embarks on her adventures at Nowhere House and meets all the loveable side characters, I thought the writing and dialogue were both snappy enough—if a bit cutesy wootsy—to give the book that necessary oomph to carry it through. But then the more I read, the more the book started to succumb to the usual things that plague a cozy read.

The issues probably all stem from the fact that everything is very low stakes, pretty much the de facto benchmark for cozy fiction. Every problem will always be neatly resolved, everyone will always get their happily ever after. So with nothing really on the line, I had a lot of trouble keeping my focus on the story, and my attention kept drifting away.

Since it's all very low stakes, the majority of conflicts that did exist felt very forced. The issues were by and large interpersonal in nature, and the characters were forced to behave in ever more melodramatic ways in order to keep them going. The initial snappy dialogue slowly but surely was replaced by ever more precious and saccharine lines, and I couldn't keep my eyes from rolling around.

The other thing that really stood out here was the book's excessive use of f-bombs. Lest you think I'm a prude, let me reassure you. I don't have a problem with swearing in books, and I myself happily partake in real life (something that has landed me in hot water with my toddler on more than one occasion). But here it was used so much—my kindle count came back at 47!—that it jarred me out of the cozy atmosphere constantly.

While we're on the topic of jarring, was the steamy scene even necessary? (Now I'm really starting to sound like a prude.) I'm all for spice, but this one didn't really gel with the rest of the cutesy vibes. The characters' personalities came off as decidedly young and twee, so it was odd to all of a sudden read about them having sex. But hey, don't mind me over here. Perhaps this is a common thing in cozy fiction and I just haven't read enough of them.

Sigh. I think I speak for a lot of readers when I say it's very hard to resist the lure of cozy fantasy. After all, who wouldn't want to be cozy, unless you're mean-spirited and curmudgeonly in your soul (of which I am not). So every time a cozy pops up, I feel compelled to dive into it with the greatest of expectations (and lots of blankets and teas). And inevitably, I am disappointed.

Obviously, if you're a diehard fan of cozy fantasy and you haven't been living under a rock, chances are good you've already heard about and read and loved this book. But what about the folks who don't normally consume the genre? Should they go and pick this up? I'm sorry to say that in this case, my answer is no.

Readaroo Rating: 3 stars