I don't even know what to think about The Last Housewife. When I finished it, my mind was ???? x 1000. After loving In My Dreams I Hold a Knife, another novel by Ashley Winstead, I was super excited to pick up The Last Housewife. But this one was a book I really wanted to put down, and also simultaneously keep reading. Time and time again I tell myself that cult books are not my thing but here we are, reading about cults. While in college, the main character Shay Evans and her roommates are seduced by her roommate's dad (ew) and are found consumed by a sex cult. Eight years later, one of her roommates is found dead and Shay finds herself back on her college campus to look for answers. 

But while obsessed with uncovering the truth of her roommate's death, Shay finds herself unable to separate the desire for justice and the reawakened need to delve into the dark desires she succumbed to in college. Similar to Shay, I kept reading to find out what happened to her roommate but found myself yet again consumed by a cult novel that made me want to throw it across the room. Forget domestic thriller, The Last Housewife is a domestic terror. Call me a hypocrite, but I still will read whatever Ashley Winstead throws my way next.