One of the most dreadful books l’ve ever read. The story is completely detached from reality, making it feel utterly delusional. The male character, Atlas, is portrayed as the
“perfect man,” but this perfection is so obviously the product of a woman’s imagination that it becomes laughable. His personality, actions, and words are so idealized that he feels more like a fantasy than a real person. It’s frustrating to read because no one like this could exist in real life.
In the first book, the author truly impressed me by depicting the cycle of domestic violence with striking accuracy. She did an excellent job showing the complexities and dynamics that arise in an abusive relationship, making it a compelling and impactful read.
However, this second book feels like it was written solely to meet fan demands, and it’s painfully obvious that the goal here was to deliver a happy ending.
While I would wholeheartedly recommend the first book for its raw and honest portrayal, I cannot say the same for this sequel. It’s an unrealistic, shallow follow-up and a total waste of time.
