The 7½ Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle
by Stuart Turton
Kinda dumb book that thinks it is exceedingly smart. I can and do enjoy dumb books that do what they say on the tin, but I got more and more annoyed as I went on in this one because Turton started getting more and more philosophical and sentimental, and it was just not as profound as he thought it was.
I love time travel shenanigans, so that was all right. I fucking hate body swapping as a concept, but I was ok with it here, and I think it's because a lot of the authorial choices take away the horror of it.
Forty thousand twists!