I Want a Book That Feels Like a Car Crash

Eyes burning. Sleep gone. Sanity optional. I want to be wrecked.

Apr 29, 2025

It’s been too long since a book completely ruined me.

I don’t mean “that was good.” I mean feral, sleep-deprived, pacing-in-the-kitchen-at-1am levels of emotionally obliterated.

Give me a book that takes me out like a rogue wave and leaves me blinking at the ceiling whispering, “what just HAPPENED?”

It’s not too much to ask. I just want to be devastated for fun!

🕮 This Week’s Bookish Mood

Me: I’m a very chill friend
Also me, at 4 a.m., unwell and waking up the group chat:
“He got hit by a car and told her he’s always loved her in the hospital bed AGAIN are you kidding me??”

(that’s the vibe we’re going for)

Books That Come With a Sleep-Deprivation Warning

I want tension. I want stakes. I want characters making terrible decisions for love and plot twists that hit like a punch to the solar plexus.

You know what I’m not looking for? “Quiet literary nuance” about repressed people who won’t speak until chapter 28.
Bitch, please. I crave tears.

Give me heartbroken confessions in the rain. Give me a main character plunging into the sea because the love of their life won’t pick up the phone.

Amy knew what was up when she commented:

amy youtube comment - It was only the next morning that I realized: That kiss had been good-bye." -Games Untold by Lynn Barnes That is probably the only book that has ever made me cry and I was emotionally damaged for a month after that 😃

I do not want to know peace.

I’ve had enough psych training from dark romance to survive whatever you throw at me. These books have taught me more about manipulation, trauma, and the thin line between love and madness than any therapy session ever could. And I say that lovingly.

And you know what? Some of the best character work I’ve ever read has come from unhinged mafia boyfriends with red flag auras.
Explain that, literature professors.

Hospital Bed Confessions: My Personal Religion

There is nothing NOTHING more fanfiction-coded than a hospital-bed love confession. I’ve read 37 versions of the exact same scene and every time I’m like: 😭 They almost died and now they’re in love this is the peak of fiction.

The repetition? The predictability? The devastation? Inject it straight into my veins.

This happened in the Citrus Cove series, btw. Multiple times. I read it every time like it was brand new. You will EAT. IT. UP.

So I’m Asking Nicely:

Please recommend me the last book that ruined your life.

I’m on the hunt for something that feels deranged. I want teeth. I want tears. I want to look at a book and whisper “you destroyed me” like I’m the lead in a fake dating K-drama.

Reply to this post, drop it in our chat, or yell at me on YouTube. I’m listening.

What Kind Of Book Wreckage Are You Craving?

💔 I want angst. No happy ending. Just pain.
🔥 One bed + enemies + unprocessed trauma = my jam
🧠 Mental breakdowns as plot devices? say less.
😭 All of the above. I want to SOB

Until next time, may your books be deranged, your tropes indulgent, and your insomnia caused solely by fiction.
𓂃🖊 Rachel