Gothikana: A Dark Academia Gothic Romance: TikTok Made Me Buy it!

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seriously though i went into this pretty blind off the rec that it was a ~dark academia mystery~ a la ninth house/secret history… i think a more accurate comparison would be my immortal. I’m obsessed…I didn’t have the biggest expectations for this read when I went into it, all I knew was cool-looking dark castle vibes, a hot professor, and mystery’s to be uncovered. Verenmore didn’t exist anywhere except on the map, a tiny blip, a small town by the same name in the valley of Mount Verenmore.

This story is filled with twists and turns that keeps you guessing till the very end and the steam was just chef's kiss!It made me hate the second part of this story especially when the characters full out said that some things don't have or need answers. Why would a university want an undergraduate student way past the normal age, one who didn’t have anything close to conventional schooling?

I'm currently not in a headspace to mentally work on a book, that too the final book in this series. I mean, we find out Corvina doesn’t like underwear later via the hero sticking a finger in her so if nothing else, this is completely redundant information. Tra sguardi intensi e terribili avvertimenti, cercano di resistere all'attrazione ma senza successo. There aren’t many books that have such an atmospheric vibe, but this book emulates it in such a perfect way. I'm much more confident in the way I rate and review now and this book, for me, is the reason 1 star reviews exist.This is the part of my review where I would normally start gushing over the characters and discussing the plot. Wearing one of her black full-sleeved tops and brown maxi skirts, a black ribbon choker around her neck, brown lipstick on her mouth, black liner outlining her odd violet eyes, hair in a fishtail braid, silver danglers hanging from her ears, silver ring piercing her nose, and the multi-crystal bracelet on her left wrist she never took off except to recharge, Corvina felt most like herself. But it also feels genuinely weird for one of the first things we learn about the character we are spending the next however many pages with is that her bits are flying free and living wild. He existed somewhere between the black and white when he played; and in that moment she wanted to exist in that subspace with him, see what he saw, hear what he heard, feel what he felt. Vad blushed furiously, his seven-year-old self getting mad at Old Zelda for cornering him like that and saying weird stuff about him his friends made fun of.