PULL didn’t just surprise me—it hit me. There’s this slow, unsettling tension that builds like a pressure in your chest, and I kept telling myself I was ready for whatever was coming. I wasn’t. Not even close.

When the twist landed, it felt like the air got sucked out of the room. My heart actually dropped. It wasn’t just unexpected—it was the kind of reveal that makes you rethink every page you’ve already read, every assumption you made, every tiny detail you thought you understood. I had to sit there for a moment, just absorbing it, because it changed everything in a way that felt both devastating and brilliant.

What really got me was the emotion behind it. It wasn’t shock for shock’s sake. It carried weight. It made the story feel deeper, sadder, more human. I found myself feeling for the characters in a way I didn’t anticipate, like the twist cracked something open inside the narrative—and inside me, too.

This book didn’t just give me a plot twist. It gave me a moment I’m going to remember. Five stars, easily.