Alright, so I get pretty emotionally invested when it comes to reading something really good. But the yelling and screaming out loud only happens to some of these Really Good Books. You’d have to consider them Really GREAT Books at that point, because not only have they caught my attention, they’ve managed to keep it to a level of high anxiety.
So I definitely mean this in the absolute best way. Because high anxiety books mean I’m too invested in the characters and the story that I really want them all to be better.
And sometimes…this doesn’t happen (DAMN YOU, AUTHORS! *SHAKES FIST*). Hem. Anyway.
These are the ten most RECENT books that had me raving out loud, in text, in reviews, or…you know, at the air as I make random hand gestures.
10 Books That Got Me Way Too Invested And Now I Have High Anxiety Levels of Magnitudinal Proportions
Thunderhead by Neal Shusterman – To be honest, this is the SOLE reason why I’m even doing the list. I just finished this book recently–review to be posted in the future–and I. Lost. My. Shit. By the end of the book, my anxiety shot up, and holeeeee grandslayers, Batman. I might need several moments before picking up the next–and hopefully last–book in the trilogy.
Small Spaces by Katherine Arden – As I’ve mentioned before in previous posts (probably), I think Katherine Arden is a great mood writer. She sets the tone of the story, and the way she describes the setting and the scene is so vivid that okay, yeah, I’m totally imagining a group of scarecrows vividly facing the main characters. And that’s frightening.
Storm Cursed by Patricia Briggs – I never know where Patricia Briggs is going to bring the story book after book, so Storm Cursed is no different. There’s no telling when Briggs will decide to off a member of Mercy’s pack–or heck, even Mercy herself–and that alone makes me anxious. But hot damn, that ending tho.
Saga, Vol. 7 by Brian K. Vaughn and Fiona Staples – NOPE. Not touching this one again. I can already feel the tears coming through.
A Court of Mist and Fury by Sarah J. Maas – With the amount of texts my friend got about this book, it’s definitely safe to say that yeah, I was super-invested in Feyre. Mostly in Rhysand. Um. Rhysand’s inner circle? Yes. I was invested in Rhysand’s inner…ya know what, we’ll leave it there.
Children of Blood and Bone by Tomi Adeyemi – I still haven’t read the second book and yes, I do have a copy, but let me tell you how many of my students I pushed this book on. It was so good I kept gushing about it, and there were times near the end where I was quite literally SCREAMING at the book characters hoping they’d hear me. I’m not psychotic or anything, nope.
Ruin and Rising by Leigh Bardugo – Ditto from above. Too much invested in my boi Nikolai, but I have a soft spot for the Darkling, too, and well…this final book had a rather nifty approach as to how to deal with both. Also Alina, duh. But um, mostly my boys.
The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas – This book might be the one that teeters more along the brink of frustration than anxiety. But I suppose frustration also counts, yeah? Also a lot of tears at this point.
Days of Blood and Starlight by Laini Taylor – I really just wanted to know what would happen to the secondary characters. Plus, something near the end killed me with anxiety and I cannot get over all of the madness that happens by the last chapter of the book. I still quite haven’t forgiven Laini Taylor for how she concluded her trilogy, though.
A Conjuring of Light by V.E. Schwab – I’m surprised this still makes my list. I suppose there hasn’t really been that many books after that’s really gotten me so worked up, but A Conjuring of Light definitely had me wanting to read until the dead of night (I didn’t because adulting sucks…). I needed to make sure my favorite characters ended up okay, because this was the book that would ultimately decide their final fates.
Have you read books that you were super-invested in that brought you quite a high level of anxiety?