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Thank you to Harper for my gifted copy!

Damn. Retreat was like biting into a crisp red apple. This book was delicious and I devoured it. It was edgy, sexy, unhinged, and riddled with a curious anxiety that kept me on the edge of my seat, fully invested.

This was *exactly* the type of book I needed to read right now, because it was so much fun and helped me escape my weird and convoluted grief. It was all I could think about when I wasn’t reading, and really, that’s all I look for in a book. I want them all to be this good, that the thought of reading it is all consuming. Retreat perfected that.

And the twists! Oh, the twists. Some I saw coming, but it doesn’t mean they were any less satisfying.

I am also a sucker for an ending that is left up to interpretation. It’s maddening! I am a literal thinker, and I love the torture of never definitively knowing what happens. My mind is too busy and too fast to settle on one ending, and that’s what makes books like this stick in my brain. That’s a feat, because I usually forget a book right after I close the back cover. Sorry. ADHD. But I know the absolute unhinged vibe of this book will stick around for a long time.