Ok but wtaf did I just read?! 

Hannah is an utterly unlikable character, and while it's evident that she’s grappling with some deep-seated issues — likely requiring mental health support — her personality is so self-centred and needy that it borders on frustrating. I suspect the author crafted her this way intentionally, but she lacks any redeeming qualities that could make the reader empathize with her struggle.

She meanders through life with minimal effort, barely pulling her weight at work, and then wonders why she doesn't get a promotion. It’s almost comical how she manages to do even less when faced with the prospect of advancing her career. She claims to be investigating the tragic deaths of these young women, but her so-called research feels more like an excuse than a genuine endeavour and there is no sense of her being genuine at any point.

A dislikeable protagonist can often add depth to a narrative; in some cases, such characters can make a story more engrossing. However, with Hannah, I found it incredibly challenging to root for her. 

While the story itself moves at a brisk pace with plenty of twists to keep you guessing, I realised that the plot became painfully predictable at times. There were moments when I found myself exasperated, shouting, “Come on, Hannah, figure it out!” 🙄

This book screams privilege — particularly the kind held by wealthy white men, illustrating how money can obscure the truth and allow certain matters to conveniently vanish. It also delves into the unsettling phenomenon of how serial killers become disturbingly glamorous figures in true crime, while the victims are often overlooked, their names fading from memory. 

I can’t deny that the book was entertaining; I devoured it within 24 hours, captivated by the rollercoaster ride it provided. However, I wouldn’t recommend it to everyone, especially those who typically gravitate toward darker thrillers. Instead, this book leans more towards a thriller-comedy.