A review by duchess16
As Good As Dead by Holly Jackson

4.0

art is supposed to make you feel something. It’s supposed to seep into the inner cracks of your soul and change how you see things. And for that, this book is art. It made me feel things. So many things. Things with names and things I can’t describe. I adore Ravi with every fiber of my being. I hate this book. I hate it and I want to burn it. But I won’t. I’ll put it on my bookshelf. Right next to the two preceding it, and every time I see it I’ll remember the absolute madness that lies within its pages. The terror. The accuracy. The guide. I’ll never forget it as long as I live. I can’t believe it was a year and almost 8 months before they could come back together. I’m losing my mind and it’s all because of this book. Gosh. 

I hate the language in this book. 
I hate the accuracy. 
I hate the way she writes as if this is a real human, with infallible logic and choices. 
I hate the way she writes black and white. 
I can’t stand any of it anymore. But it’s so gripping I couldn’t close it. I wish I’d never picked it up. But it lassoed me in so tight I’ll never be able to put it down. This book truly has tested me in my views of morality, honesty, truth, justice, love, and protection. Plus now I know how to dispose of evidence shall I ever need to. Do not read this book at nighttime. Or outside. Or particularly alone for that matter. Maybe just don’t read it. 

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