I hate when fully grown MC act like they’re children and have one tantrum after another. While the other MC acts like a all knowing parent. The whole dynamic between these two was so weird. They really needed to talk for more than two sentences. I still don’t understand how the mystery part was so badly written that I mostly forgotten about this throughout the book. What do you mean there was literally murder and then nothing happened for the next 100 pages? Like nothing, they didn’t even mentioned anything about it? Great, let’s ignore the big elephant in the room. The worst part is that the overall idea is actually really good and would’ve been a fantastic read but nothing about this particular book is good (besides the cover).

This one was a long anticipated read for me. There is just something about the growing romance between a ballet dancer and a sculptor in the early 1900s that feels a tad poetic to me. The story itself was quite layered and while of course it was servicing mostly to the romance and smut aspect, I loved that it also managed to tackle topics like generational trauma, mental health struggles and the butterfly affect. Some points need to be redacted though because it was written quite jumpy which caused some confusions and incoherence in the story every now and then. But all in all I found this one to be quite entertaining and it was one of those rare books I bingeread through.