This is my first horror book, so when I just HAD to stop halfway for a moment to take a bath, I was definitely on adrenaline. I freaked out the whole time. When I saw my dad, I thought I saw Anna (the bad, scary Anna who just killed Mike with an extreme facepalm) and screamed. I made my dad freak out too. 
 The first portion was amazing. The author beautifully captured the essence of loneliness of both Anna and Cas. What was worse was that they both were either ignorant of it, or just that both their hands were tied around the situation. That was what really freaked me out rather than the blood and gore; who would've thought being lonely would have been THAT spooky? 
 I love Anna for what she is. Despite going through that awful murder, she doesn't lose herself. She's still so innocent, curious, adorable. And I love it more that Cas likes her for who she is, and not for her looks. Strike one! 
 But then, as much as I would have loved to loved this book, by the second half it took a nosedive. The plot got really convoluted, and even in the supernatural setting, I was like "Wait, is that possible?", "Woah, didn't see that coming", "...uh, OK, I guess that's supposed to be possible" and all. Generally I like books that make sense to some extent, and give me something I can relate to. For the first portion of the book, I'll give the credit. But once the romance came in (Didn't see that coming either. I mean, gee Cas, at the speed you dive into it, you must be desperate) the book just became a big....mess. A lot was left unexplained, and there is only so much that I can turn a blind eye to. Gee, even my dreams seemed more realistic than this book. 
 I would read the second book for Anna's sake. She is a refreshing take on a female heroine. But all and all, I was really, really disappointed. The book itself wasn't bad. I had set my expectations too high.