⭐️⭐️ I don’t say this lightly: I loathed this book. Macallister’s writing is fine—it’s her subject that’s the problem. Aimee Crocker is about as appealing as a hangover. A real-life Gilded Age heiress, she indulges in everything: sex (threesome included), booze, drugs, the occult, and all things paranormal. There’s no emotional arc, no humility, and not a shred of remorse. Just page after page of debauchery wrapped in arrogance. I kept waiting for some glimmer of depth or self-awareness, but it came too late. Even the supporting cast felt like a lineup of deplorables. Yes, themes of female autonomy and rebellion peek through, but they’re buried under so much indulgence […]