Every story needs a hero. Every story needs a villain. Every story needs a secret. Wink is the odd, mysterious neighbour girl, wild red hair and freckles. Poppy is the blond bully and the beautiful, manipulative high school queen bee. Midnight is the sweet, uncertain boy caught between them. Wink. Poppy. Midnight. Two girls. One boy. Three voices that burst onto the page in short, sharp, bewitching chapters, and spiral swiftly and inexorably toward something terrible or tremendous or possibly both. What really happened? Someone knows. Someone is lying.
I received an advance reader's copy indirectly (from a friend).
This is one of those mysterious, fantasy-like books that can go one of two ways: it can be twisting and bewitching in the best way, or it can be weird and confusing. Unfortunately, for me it’s the latter. The characters are messed up and heightened versions of their tropes, and the story goes back and forth and into strange places. And sometimes this works, but in this case I do not like it at all. It’s just too much and too flowery for me.
