✨Im Literary Anxious✨

𝗘𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗧𝗶𝗺𝗲🕒: 2 minutes
𝗔𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿: Brynne Weaver ✍🏻𝗣𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 716 📖

𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘀:⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
𝗦𝗽𝗶𝗰𝗲:🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️
𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁: Trilogy
𝗘𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝘆𝗽𝗲: TBC
𝗡𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗦𝘁𝘆𝗹𝗲: Dual POV

“𝘐’𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐 𝘢𝘮.”
“𝙔𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩. 𝙔𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚.”

🪓Enemies to Lovers
💐Reluctant Allies
🪓He Wants to 💀 Her
💐She Gives Him 🍄🍄
🪓Small Town Romance
💐Forced Proximity
🪓Grumpy x 2
💐He Falls First
🪓Questionable Plant Fertilizer

This book was a mood.

Should I have been giddy and giggling about a decapitated head being left in a bird feeder? Probably not.

But was I? Oh, absolutely.

Like with the Ruinous Love trilogy, Brynne had me hooked in 0.5 seconds flat. I mean, how can you not be after a first line like:

“𝙄’𝙢 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙜𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙫𝙖𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙖 𝙬𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙧, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙚.”

As an ex–theme park employee, I say: preach, sis. Louder for the people in the back. Would I personally go full woodchipper? No. But do I understand the impulse? Deeply.

Unlike Ruinous Love, though, this one’s an actual connected trilogy—and I, for one, felt betrayed. I got over it in about five minutes, once I accepted that I’ll have to wait (ugh, the audacity) to find out what happens with Nolan and Harper next.

When I hit the last twenty pages and Nolan still didn’t know about Harper’s background, I started to worry… and then BAM—to be continued. Everything made sense.

This had everything I’ve come to expect from a Brynne Weaver novel:

• ✨ Banter for days
• ✨ Questionable uses for everyday objects
• ✨ “Touch her and die” energy
• ✨ A casual trail of unaliving

I loved Harper’s character and her relationship with Arnold—how it balanced love and grief as she watched her friend slowly slip away. And her fierce protectiveness over her little town? 🥹

Then there’s Nolan—driven by one purpose: revenge. (And we all know how well that usually turns out. 🙄) I liked that he met Harper before he knew who she was; that connection felt like fate—the kind that dictates everything that comes next.

As for Sam… sir, what did you think was going to happen? You’re literally digging into serial killers. That’s like poking a black bear and expecting to walk away with a selfie.

Sidenote: I cannot be the only person who pictured Sam and the drone guy as the two Ghostfacers from Supernatural, right? RIGHT?

🪓 Final thoughts: The sheriff was as useless as he was smug, but that ending? I did not see it coming.

Now I’ll just be here, not-so-patiently waiting for the next book in the Seasons of Carnage series.