Review of Verity by Colleen Hoover: A Hilariously Creepy Ride
When I first stumbled upon Verity by Colleen Hoover, a wave of curiosity washed over me. A psychological thriller? A romance laced with haunting suspense? Count me in! The buzz around the book had me intrigued, but little did I know I was about to dive into what might just be the quirkiest creepy novel ever written. Spoiler alert: what I took away from this experience was both hysterical and oddly bewildering.
At its core, Verity pits a struggling writer, Lowen Ashleigh, against the backdrop of a mysterious and seemingly dangerous author, Verity Crawford. As Lowen reads Verity’s unpublished manuscript, she sinks deeper into the unsettling world that has blurred the lines of sanity and morality. Here’s the kicker: I found myself laughing through scenes that aimed for horror. How is it that every main character has the slowest reading habits imaginable? Seriously, Lowen took weeks to read 19 chapters! I would have devoured those in no time—maybe even one tense sitting (coffee in hand, of course).
But let’s talk about Lowen. Her point of view felt like an annoying itch I couldn’t quite scratch. I often forgot her name (was it Leren? Loren?) because her character felt so overly dramatic that each time it was mentioned, my brain hit the reset button. She was this cringe-worthy mix of nosy neighbor and unwanted confidante in Verity’s twisted tale, and it drove me bananas. Meanwhile, Verity—the purported villain—stole the show. The ways she toyed with Lowen added a comedic touch that made the horror elements almost whimsical. Imagine a ghost having a blast while everyone else is sweating bullets!
As for Hoover’s writing—despite the frustration with characters, her style absorbed me. The tension between Lowen’s narrative and the manuscript she reads creates a unique tension that had me turning pages faster than I could blink. And Verity’s blend of ghostly antics? Pure hilarity! From her eerie ability to manipulate her surroundings to the way she might casually terrify Lowen, I found myself chuckling when I probably shouldn’t have been. The moments where Verity would shift in her supposed vegetative state genuinely had me imagining a kid prankster having the time of her life, chuckling at how she was wrecking Lowen’s peace.
Now, let’s talk about romance—or the lack thereof. The chemistry felt as dry as unsalted crackers. I mean, could Jeremy have fallen for a more "forgettable" character than Lowen? Their interactions were about as spicy as two pieces of wood rubbing against each other. Speaking of which, my absolute favorite line, where a tense moment intersects with dark humor, comes from Lowen’s experience with Verity watching from the corners of the house. The imagery is haunting yet comically ineffective, which left me grinning.
Despite my mixed feelings, I think Verity thrives in its absurdity. If you’re a reader who embraces dark humor sprinkled with psychological twists, this book might just be your jam. While it dives into themes of obsession and the ethics of storytelling, it serves up a unique blend that leaves you questioning—what’s real, and what is simply the mind’s entertainment?
In conclusion, if you fancy yourself a lover of horror cloaked in laughter, or if you’re curious to see why such an outlandish book can still snag attention, give Verity a whirl. Because despite its flaws (and there are many), it dances between the uplifting highs of absurdity and the chilling lows of psychological suspense. Just don’t take it too seriously—let the hilarity guide you through the creepiness. I certainly did, and… I have to admit, I enjoyed every laughably tense moment.
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