This book had the potential to be great with its messy rich kid vibe, which initially caught my interest. Unfortunately, the execution fell short. Grammar and sentence structure were problematic, and the plot lacked substance. Instead of exploring the intriguing world of the London elite, the story revolved solely around the toxic and emotionally abusive relationship between childhood friends Magnolia and BJ. While toxic relationships can be entertaining to read, it should not be romanticized.

The writing was, to put it bluntly, mediocre. Jessa tried too hard to be poetic, but no amount of fancy words could rescue the story when the characters were like lifeless cardboard cutouts. I couldn't handle another detailed outfit description – designer, pattern, and season – it got old fast.

I binged it because it was so bad, like a train wreck you can't look away from. I was desperately hoping to find some redeeming qualities, but nope, disappointment after disappointment.