INTRODUCTION!
Welcome to Unreliable Book Reviews
(where we read fast, feel everything, and remember almost nothing)
Hello, fellow book goblins, romance gremlins, and emotionally unstable speed-readers. Welcome to Unreliable Book Reviews — a blog founded on the belief that plot is optional, vibes are eternal, and I should probably not be trusted with anything resembling literary analysis.
If you are looking for:
accurate recaps
thoughtful critical reviews
reliable star ratings
or literally any form of emotional stability
…this is not that blog.
This is Unreliable Book Reviews, baby, and we operate strictly on feral instinct and questionable judgment.
✨ What You Can Expect Here
Books will be read. Quickly.
Feelings will be felt. Dramatically.
Plot points will be forgotten. Immediately.
I am a millennial woman who picked up ACOTAR one random Tuesday and emerged 24 hours later clutching a paperback like it was my emotional support animal. I have not known peace since. I read at the speed of trauma, fall in love with morally gray men who probably need therapy, and judge books based on vibes, banter, and whether the romantic tension made me kick my feet.
If you're here for craft analysis, I admire you.
If you're here because you also black out mid-chapter and wake up having finished the whole series?
Welcome home.
📚 What Counts as a Review Here
A review on this blog may include:
one (1) coherent thought
four (4) chaotic metaphors
seventeen (17) keyboard smashes
and a star rating based entirely on how cute the trauma was
If I say “five stars,” it might mean:
“this book healed my inner child”
“this book ruined my life”
“I was emotionally unstable when I read it”
or “the MMC breathed once and I imprinted like a baby duck”
We don’t quantify.
We vibe.
⚠️ A Disclaimer (Because Legally? Probably Needed.)
Anything factual in my reviews is accidental.
Any plot detail I get right is a miracle.
Any character name I pronounce correctly is between me and God.
If the author intended something else?
No they didn’t.
This is canon now.
✨ Why “Unreliable Book Reviews”?
Because:
I am unreliable.
My taste is questionable.
My memory is nonexistent.
And I will, without hesitation, give 5 stars to a book simply because a man in it said “come here, sweetheart” in a tone that rearranged my spine.
💌 Final Thoughts (for now)
Thank you for being here.
Thank you for embracing chaos over accuracy.
And thank you for joining me on this ridiculous journey where we read books not for plot, not for clarity, but because fictional men are ruining our lives in ways real men simply cannot compete with.
Welcome to Unreliable Book Reviews —
where the takes are unhinged,
the memory is patchy,
and the star ratings mean nothing.
Let’s read.
Let’s spiral.
Let’s overshare.
And above all: let’s vibe.
xoxo
