Malum Part 2 by Amo Jones

I have now discovered hat it is brutally hard to write a review for an Amo Jones book without cursing. IMPOSSIBLE. But I am going to try.

God. Tillie and Nate broke me again. I literally cried reading this. Like actual tears down my face. Amo takes the things that you think are going to happens and throws them in a dumpster and sets them on fire and hands you the ashes. I swear I have whiplash. It is something amazing when literature can actually bring you to your knees. If you are looking at this review and have no read the previous 4 novels in this world, stop now. If you HAVE read them, then you already know you need to read this. It was easily the best novel I have read in forever. I feel like I say that about ever AJ read, but this is absolutely it. This hit me so emotionally and it was so dark and so twisted and now I am salivating for the next read and this one hasn't even released yet.



Some girls don’t like pretty things. Some girls like things that are destructive, and toxic. Things that fuel our bodies with adrenaline and bring our demons to their knees. They say magic isn’t real, but it’s it the closest way to describe love? It doesn’t exist physically. It merely exists around us, within us, possessing our souls and making us do stupid shit. Shit like falling in love with a boy who knows how to rip my world apart and raise hell with a simple flick of his wrist. Their secrets are now mine. I’m not just in the middle of this game, I’m helping orchestrate it. Can the cries of my aching soul be enough to drown out the burning embers of my mistakes? The mind strengthens the heart, roughing the edges to prepare it for war. This is a war I will not win. This is a war of fate. ℎ’ . ℎ’ . ℎ , ℎ ’ ℎ. ’ ℎ . ℎ. ℎ. , ℎ. ℎ ’ -. ℎℎ ℎ ’ ℎ ℎ ℎ. ℎ ℎℎ . ℎ ℎ ℎ ℎ ℎ ℎ ℎ ℎ ℎ ℎ ℎ ℎ ℎ ℎ ℎ ℎ ℎ, . ℎ ’ . ℎ ’ ℎ ’ ℎ’ … 86