Let me start by saying this: Verity is not your typical Colleen Hoover book. If you're expecting a heartwarming romance, turn back now. This is psychological horror at its finest—raw, unsettling, and impossible to put down.

The moment I started reading, I was hooked. Lowen Ashleigh, a struggling writer with her own demons, gets pulled into the eerie world of Verity Crawford—a bestselling author left incapacitated after a tragic accident. As Lowen digs through Verity’s notes to finish her series, she stumbles upon an autobiography so disturbing it made my skin crawl. I had to take breaks just to process what I was reading.

What makes this book terrifying is how real it feels. The tension builds slowly—like a storm gathering on the horizon—until you’re trapped in a whirlwind of doubt and dread. Is Verity truly helpless? Is Jeremy hiding something? And that ending… I won’t spoil it, but let’s just say I stayed up until 3 AM questioning everything.

Fair warning: This isn’t for the faint of heart. It dives into dark themes (child loss, manipulation, psychological torment) with unflinching honesty. But if you love thrillers that mess with your head long after the last page? Buckle up—this one’s a wild ride.

Final verdict: 5/5 stars for sheer audacity and masterful storytelling. Just… maybe read it with the lights on.