⭐️⭐️ out of 5 stars
I won’t lie… I didn’t even glance at the synopsis. Not a single eyeball was spared. I saw the cover, I saw the sprayed edges, and my inner magpie screeched, “Oooh shiny!” Next thing I knew, the book was in my cart, on my doorstep, and basically whispering, “You bought me because I’m pretty, didn’t you?”
Yes. Yes I did.
But listen… sometimes the prettiest books are like those gorgeous houseplants you impulse-buy and then immediately regret because they require the emotional energy of a Victorian child recovering from consumption. Something about A Study in Drowning just didn’t quite grab my heart. It tried. It fluttered its little gothic eyelashes. But in the end, it felt like I was wading through a very moody, very misty marsh where vibes were high but my interest level was… ankle-deep.
Beautiful packaging. Haunting atmosphere. But for me? The story never fully pulled me under in the way I hoped. Still, I’ll keep it on my shelf because... let’s be real... those sprayed edges are doing the heavy lifting.
Two stars, one heartbreak, and zero regrets about judging a book entirely by its cover.























































































