Love me Jen! Love me! Why don't you love me?
Beth Morgan’s A Touch of Jen isn’t just a novel. It’s a brain-melting, nerve-twisting, genre-annihilating descent into madness, delivered with the chaotic energy of a doomed Instagram algorithm. It’s a book that whispers to you in the night, fills your dreams with sweat-slicked envy, and then chews a hole in your psyche. You think you're reading a quirky millennial comedy? THINK AGAIN.
Influencer Obsession but Make It Deranged
Meet Remy and Alicia. They’re a couple, but let’s be real, their relationship is held together by sheer force of mutual delusion and the looming presence of Jen, a former coworker who is now their sun, their moon, their viral lifestyle goddess. They don’t just admire Jen; they worship her. They craft an entire sex life out of pretending to be her. They scroll through her Insta feed like it’s a holy text.
And then—OH, THEN—Jen invites them on a bougie surfing trip. A dream come true! A normal person would take this as a casual, fun getaway. But this book doesn’t DO normal. This is where the spiral starts, the point of no return, the moment when reality begins to shatter like an iPhone screen dropped from a rooftop party in Brooklyn.
Horror? Comedy? Existential Crisis? ALL OF THE ABOVE
At first, the book reads like a biting satire on influencer culture and the desperate grasp of millennials trying to feel something in a world where self-worth is measured in likes. But then—OH HO, THEN—it mutates. You think you know what’s coming, but Beth Morgan has built a Trojan horse of a novel, and inside is a writhing, Lovecraftian horror. Bodies morph, reality glitches, and suddenly, we’re in an Eldritch nightmare that feels both cosmic and intimately, skin-crawlingly personal.
There are bugs where bugs should not be. There are teeth where teeth should not be. You’ll find yourself looking in the mirror, touching your own face, whispering, Is this mine? Because once A Touch of Jen has its claws in you, you are not
This Book Will Infect Your Soul
By the time you finish A Touch of Jen, you’ll feel like you’ve been brain-hacked. Your relationship with social media? Permanently damaged. Your trust in reality? Compromised. You’ll wonder if Beth Morgan is a mere mortal or a chaos deity sent to toy with us.
If you like your horror with a side of existential dread, your satire with a splash of pure lunacy, and your psychological thrillers dipped in the uncanny, READ THIS BOOK. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to delete my Instagram before it starts whispering my name.
3.75⭐️ of insanity
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